Dele Adeogun

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The slow and gentle tick of the clock has suddenly reached
its crescendo
The medieval adventure which started three cycle of earth ago
has drawn to the equator
And soon we have to go
From afar we have tranversed
Blazing the trails of time like a metorite
And like moon at night we journey across the sky
Coming at our time like the rain

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