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Sitting by the blue print of life
Tasting the goods of high five
My bible takes a deep dive
Away into the deep sea
Blue blinded Napoleon
I forget lil me came from it
Refusing its meat
Pigry invitation, my heart agree…
Looking at the potter of my clay
Truely it rocks, not just one pay
Its now engrave wish I could pray
Deeply touch, I cry on
Sitting beside a burning fire I feel the heat of my desire But my judgment is clouded By an all or nothing ill demand. People…
There were once clans of great people Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs All across the River of Niger and Benue Until amalgamation came…
Plastics are made from oil Underneath the surface soil Hot balloons are filled with air Same air makes the fire flare. Cruel we may title…
Hey…! enough of the on and off No more switch, no more jagged knife Take it far away from my life… Including words that made…
Do actually assume this is true?
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It is part of Creativity…. I often write from imagination, and attimes from experience
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This made me snigger for an extended time.
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I really enjoy studying on this site, it has got fantastic poems.
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I feel that you should write extra on this subject Sorry I Can’t Pray The True Poesy. It won’t be a taboo subject but typically persons are not sufficient to talk on such topics.
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