
Beans and weevils,
Hardened devils.
Storms in my gut,
Escaping through my butt…
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Beans and willowy loaves
Ewa agoyin stirring on the stove
Dainty plantain, ripe and supple
Carved to a fault
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Serenade me with beans.
Not green peas or baked beans
But ewa alata steamy and fresh
Mama add more stew make i no vex…
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Serenade me with beans
Mulled with bread or bite sized plantain
Sing to me of ewa agoyin
Till my composure I can no longer maintain
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Tell me a story of ewa alata
Dancing a pool of fried stew
A misty narrative of bean pods
Till my defenses are broken and I have no clue
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Show me the hidden mysteries of beans
For beans is queen of the food chain
Unveil her royal mien
Take me to the secret places of her abode …
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Hey! hey!!! this is still damiwrites.wordpress.com.
The traveler has to eat too na. This is for all the lovers of beans (coffee lovers excluded) out there!!!
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I’ll be reblogging some of the posts from my old blog soon. Stay Tuned.
Mehn! See love o! Weirdly, I enjoy beans l’oru.
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loool..
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Hmmmmm……
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LMAO. SMH.
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