umoh cyril Poems

school of knowledge
school of polish
school of poise
school of virtue
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i am a full breed african stuff
a continent never lacking
the holy place for natural resources
the home of the blacks
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Something in your voice,
Left me no choice,
But to sing a song,
About your love,
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You can say am mad,
you can say am bad,
you can say am sad,
you can say am a lad,
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The mother of my mother,
The father of my father,
Those that did not bother,
To accept my only lover,
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don't twist my heart like a knot
don't tell me there is nothing called love
don't give any excuse of lust
don't tell me you don't love me anymore
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i knew her when she was just a little kid
i knew her when she was still in daipers
i knew her when she was still in the garden
i've seen and watched her grow up
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I woke to the sound of wailing hawkers,
is it monday already,
time to be a worker,
cause money waits for nobody,
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Who is that on the mirror,
With his face so green,
He seems to stay in the mirror,
And looks exactly like me,
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She was swift to pass by,
Like a cloud in the sky,
The audience were in her eyes,
And I could not say bye bye,
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