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Oct 2011
Heaven high shall I not promise thee;
Nevertheless you will experience no hell
For thou shalt suffer at all no necessity.
But touching thy luxury, I never can tell.

So thine is, O lady luscious, my salary all.
And as you like thou mayest it expend
Along with my royalties so dear but small,
And my banker can my account suspend.
Folorunsho Obalugemo
Written by
Folorunsho Obalugemo  M/nigeria
(M/nigeria)   
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