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Aug 2015
Well madam i hate to admit
There is just little i can do
The streets bother me
yes she is dead rude
and gravely silent you know
is it safe to live this alone
you know nobody shares
so am there wondering where
why the images are twisted
and now clearly distorted
the truth is i can barely laugh
nor scream nor even shout
i have been often around
been there and now round
it's the wind that lifts me
she does well to console me
Love's divine
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Love's divine  Lagos Nigeria
(Lagos Nigeria)   
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