Agunbiade Kehinde Poems

what kills a man:

when a man finds desert in his purse
and takes no meal not to mention a dessert,
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they say we trudge the same terrain to earth with our hearts to let,
but we have our joys fettered like fishes in a net.
we are the beautiful ones they think remain unborn,
though we are a song on the mouth of a man forlorn.
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it may be in May,
June or July, i can't recall.
i found a garden
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