08 Jun 2015
ERU, THE SON OF NO ONE
ERU, THE SON OF NO ONE Dust, the naughty son of the choleric wind _At least he bears a father So he roams Oba’s palace in a rather merry way Should he not have learnt? that Oba sits right there before picking a lousy nap on the wooden royal chair… “Get the rag! Wipe it out!!” -Oba would yearn just once And...
