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Nobody send

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


9 Comments

  1. Humorously true. My people have a saying that your own arm is your closest kin. After God, na only you sure pass. 💪

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ecclesiastes 11:1 KJVS
    Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Neemat says:

    But trust me, i am my own self on my own lane, but i’d help if i can

    Liked by 1 person

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