Enigmas

The lyric repeats on me, in the Ghazal there is mystery and the lyric repeats on me and repeats on me and more mystery, in the South a Mafeking calamity making more history and still there’s the mystery of the Ghazal…

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Overdue

I look under I for immortality on a trip to the local lending library, but find a Ghazal under G two shelves in front of me I can see this is going to be fun On the isle of an aisle I pick up a book clearly marked as Essex which to my eyes signifies…

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