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While your kitchens
Ooze fried chickens
And groceries
Are tall storeys
This Yuletide
I am that child
Compelled to cope
Having no hope
For baked salads
On Christmas day.
While your wardrobes
Are filled with clothes
As you complain
Of colours plain
And type of shoes
To match new gowns
This Yuletide
I am that child
That have nothing
But sad outing.
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fryAnd I am weird when I laugh or cryI know you…
Have you seen my Enyinanya !His heart is where my life liesSupplier of stomach butterfliesNanya is the air I breathMy sugarplum, so I thought….Until clogs…
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.…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
E si!
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Sad but true… so touching poetry!
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While we celebrate let us remember the less privilege
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This is touching…
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Yea… While we celebrate let us remember the less privilege
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