Fred Musoke
Bio
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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Mr. Neighbor
The day I spread out my wings to fly, It’s the day I realized I could touch the sky. That’s when someone called out my name, they were like “who was there when you needed a shoulder to lean on?” Those moments when deserted wasn’t close to the meaning. The days when trouble came by and nobody dropped by.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
Regret Ain’t On the Recipe
Hallo, 5 times a week, those countless “once in a blue moon[s]” she said she liked my tattoo, thee masculine nudge. Just an assurance, I will be running to you girl anytime you need me. Ready to risk it all...cash or check, you know I never lose.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
