Ebitimi Munemune Poems

Some are only budding with bloom
Would you out class us in our stage of groom?
Did you start walking without creeping?
I write not well now, fine, should l start weeping?
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It comes on the door to knock
Takes its victim by shock
So life floats away
Without a say
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The dusky night is far spent
In our journey of our tender love
Odds have come to dent
Rob us of our first love
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