emmanuel emcaly ogundeji Poems

At the back of the bay,
The little golden fish lay,
Born in the month of May,
Eating bales of hay,
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Our life,
set on a course expressly unknown to us,
only we follow through no matter where it leads us,
no man is born without a path,
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Listen oh my princess,
my love for you is priceless,

like the ocean itself is endless,
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Beautiful,
my lady,
beautiful is an honour that should be acrued to you,
your beautifully blissful smile,
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