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Oct 2016
Father was an acumen,
The doublefold of Solomon's wisdom
Resides in his words
.
Father and his sarcastic smile,
Hardly seen through his coughs
When pulling out his pipe from his mouth
.
"my son"  He said frantically
As he chuckles through his wrinkles
Look at me!  What do you see?
I stammered, I chuckled, became confused
.
Life is a puzzle! He muttered as His mouth
Reached out for is pipe again
Asking me to pour him more of mama sodiq's Palm-wine
Strength and might are weak to solve this puzzle!
But great wisdom is stronger! He said
Grow up son! Grow up!!
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Drunk poet  19/M/Everywhere
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