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Nov 2015
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral


not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success


they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess


its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.







I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body


sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile


my name don't appear on the phobes list but  God is the author of my story


I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Written by
stephen mastel
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