There he goes
To and fro, to and fro,
Then cleared his throat.
'Ehhnn-ummm, huuummm, mmm-uhmm.
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They have all they want
But lack, Content
ion
Like a crab timer.
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The wind was very much rich
As much as the dark and thick cloud
Like a rug of the Persian Prince
Never a display that seems more proud
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Last time I prayed;
I never knew what to say,
I went down on my knees
To mount a faith, yes I did.
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The sun threw its rays in the day
Touched my nape but neglect to warm the Me.
Dewed it is now that its late
Too many of its ray I tend to feel.
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So, I found it late,
My proper gratitude to Fate
And whatever, He is keeping me alive to this date,
For I am yet to be late
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My friend- Richard Cory lacks appetite
Frown'd and hiss'd at the Turk's fat-thighs
The gods he spite which is rather impolite
He toppled the table sending the foods fly-high
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Ever heard of Ciroma Chukwuma Adekunle?
That's sad bloke is such a failure!
Nothing less, nothing more.
He is yet to make his O'Level!
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On my sorjourn to the Rhema
Then at first I learnt the truth
Only to use all my strenght
Reasoning and intellect to fight,
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So I have heard
How men's precepts
And determination prevails
Over heavenly mandate
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