Seventh Wonder by Joba the Poète
Seventh Wonder Joba the Poète Seven wonders of the worldyet I trip like the leaning tower of Pisawhen you sing out my namewith a nine minus two, or rather still,six plus one,the seventh scale of the seventh chordyou love the most.What a time to feel this way,even such is time—and perchance God did not rest onthe seventh day,perhaps He spent seven more hoursperfecting your seventieth curve.But I do not know this story of creationso well as to whether they were seven daysor they were seven years,because a woman as you couldn't have been madein seven rushing minutes, out from seven mortal…
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