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Over here we don’t say winter
Or make use of the word; summer
You might have springs and autumn
But we both fancy flowers on tomb.
We can tell, the type of season
From rays, when the sky is crimson.
Down south it pours as it rains for sure
Meaning the Sun shield its sword.
As soon as the rainy season stops
The soil dries up, and so do crops…
Seasons change, nectars for bees
We don’t feel the scorch you see;
From Sahara, Harmattan wind blows.
While you celebrate Christmas in snows.
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fryAnd I am weird when I laugh or cryI know you…
Have you seen my Enyinanya !His heart is where my life liesSupplier of stomach butterfliesNanya is the air I breathMy sugarplum, so I thought….Until clogs…
Yes! she is beautifulAnd oh yes! It is trueBut mallow is evilSaying, mirror mirror!Her eyes are wild openYet she just wrecks the coneA proud witch…
You are a Swan, sweetest of wineBeauty of a peacock, an immortal luckThe carnation in ample of an appleAnd a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.…
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