Ola Olawale

When the pen is in love
It rolls out words
That keeps the sea silent
The wind mum
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When things are not jumping
He hopped here and there
In search for green parcel
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Oh! African child
Today is your day
We all gathered
To celebrate you
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Love is a mirror
The reflection of the mind
Love is a word
The expression of the mind
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I am Anikulapo
Death in my pouch
Like snail and It's shell
Like hunter and his dog
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The bitter side
Life is a coin
With two sharp side
One side like a moon
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In the middle
They sit and forget
At their palm
Is every wish
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