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Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve
You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,
Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.
Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.
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.…
The gate was dilatingTen fingers were waitingTo unwrap the presentThe Lord God hath sent...Twenty twenty two,The date was twentiethThat night, Angels sangThe sweetest of melodies.Tangential…
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
Humorously true. My people have a saying that your own arm is your closest kin. After God, na only you sure pass. 💪
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Gbam
The hammer is on the nail here ooo. O.Y.O. lol
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Ecclesiastes 11:1 KJVS
Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.
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Yes…
It means worry not, I guess.
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Nope! What it means is: help someone in need and when the time comes that you need help someone will help you.
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Okay
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But trust me, i am my own self on my own lane, but i’d help if i can
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Lol.
OYO mood… On your own.
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lol
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