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I kept my lies in a cupboard
High, wide and fine; best of them all,
Whether white lies, or priestly lies
Each lie I told, I hung in there
On one lie; I hung another
And to cover, then another,
All the time, so the story goes.
I kept my lies, in a cupboard
Every hanger had its duties
Holding on to specific lies
Until one day it got filled up
Then imploding, it exploded
Now here I am, shattered and wrecked
With whirling winds blowing my dust.
I envision every lady Ripe for marriage as a juice; And as it stands, just as juice You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”. I know…
Like fire, demons and hell Blazing, I often err Yes, am not an Angel. Do not worry my dear Sometimes I may not jell Or…
For rewards of fruits I will say the truth; Nothing but the truth Hello Nigerians Send on an errand Mentally sound minds Not vegetables Or…
Have you ever had moments That aren’t about regrets Nor desiring time rewind So to undo an ill act… Have you ever had a rage…
Boss! This is such a great piece. More Grace
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I’m blushing… Thank you Laura
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Hi…Oh so true…one lie leads to another…after a while the lier has not idea of the truth…good poem. I’ve heard the word implode used when when their world starts to disinagrate. Sounds like my president and all his minions….
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Who is your President
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Mr. Trump of course…Who is your president ?
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Hehehehe
Guess he is far better than mine: the clueless one (Buhari of Nigeria)
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