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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.
Her intimacy For long has clogged my head What an ecstasy In reality she moans With her behind on my bed. ©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent…
To you this man is an encyclopedia Because his eyes are vision impede And he wears a frame looking so nerd Hence to you; he…
I wear a mask not to pretend But to find peace, defending earth. I wear a mask not for fashion Nor for the fun but…
I got a red bone and a boiling blood Not for China alone but wicked folks Who sailed into the great shores of our lands…
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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