Lucky Sunday

Rivers State, Nigeria
Lucky Sunday
Rivers State, Nigeria
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Tommorow, The Guest

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Daughter: Mom, we've got a man by the door
Mother: Oh! The coffee man has finally come
Daughter: No! He figures a complex without a spoor
Mother: Then you had better got glimpse at a gnome

Daughter: Mom, we've got a man by the door
Mother: And I'm expecting the parietal of the Noodler
Daughter: He's neither got a commodity or a gift
Mother: Must have jaywalked, making it to here
Daughter: Mom, we've got a man by the door
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Tommorow, The Guest
Friday, February 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: future
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A girl senses the gently arrival of the next day, though disguised in the face of a man. Whenever she felt the future approaching she runs to let her tell her mother who on the other hand makes wrong assumptions. She finally comes to the realization of the man's true and identity and why he would not come in.
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