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Oct 2011
Thou my chick if we cling unto virtue
Shalt have no reason to give in to vice.
I know mine heart my goggling eyes
May lure by a charming babe anew.

So no power, save grace, have we to ward
Off enchanment nor those daily advances:
For many a bloke hankers after thy graces
As many a witch wants me to go wayward.
Folorunsho Obalugemo
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Folorunsho Obalugemo  M/nigeria
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