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Lost Goodluck

Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…

Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised

Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…

As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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