Friday, Happy Oyamenda

Rookie - 0 Points (20th April,1984 / Benin City, Edo State, Nigeria)

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When I lose the herbs of eternal youth, with memory disembodied* Then my feeble life; a tale of mystery, hidden beneath the shield of flesh, would drum on fresh souls* The inevitable, robbing my eyes of their light, will leave me a bag of bones* To no permanence will I abide, for the Premodial Fear of man conquers me

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012



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