Biodun Tunde Poems

'Now the bell rang,
a year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating, like a drum that has known end.
life is the youngest man, but not a friend of mine
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! O thou narrow way, the way of
coming paranoid;
don't fear a way but a narrow road,
to be a bloke, among the blokes
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o my lovely box why are you crying of home, cause
home is hell, from difference burg not a tintinnabulation, of the dead soul.
man will have to die this is the end of season.
o! you day, today is a red letter day, i have to dance to the end of the street cause is,
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do not be shame of every problem you face
or every challenges. do not give up whenever
you rest, you will be defeated, do not lay your
life for ungodly soul, you will perish without edifice
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mirror the reflex ion,
of my heart.
the shadow viewer,
everything i try to claim
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O! beautiful morning,
am happy to see you again,
hope you don't hold the world
at the edge?
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O! beautiful morning,
am happy to see you again,
hope you don't hold the world
at the edge?
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this my swarthy skin
tells a lot of stories about my dissident.
i have the suzerainty,
to build up my mobility,
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