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Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.
Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.
I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and…
I am a man whose thoughts and foods Are; “good walls makes good neighbors” So I can’t break it to you Fools like me respect…
Watch the company you keep Sweep fairweather if you can Let go of an excess weight Appreciate every wingspan. Like an iron and the magnets,…
I sat down with a rich man On the same kind of rattan I couldn’t alter a word But enthusiasm swirled I watched him from…
Woah… Have a blog on death which am unsure of uploading but your Sonnet might push me ahead
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nice one there bro
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