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The Vaticinator

I don’t give discredit to seers
And the predictions they whisper
But it hurts me to dwell in lair
Filled with hungry cats and beers.

If it’s not zero, it is nine
They fritter minds with such sweet lines
Should number one not be mine
Chances exist for two to dine.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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