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I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction
In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.
But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long
Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,
Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear
Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence
I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
