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Jan 2017
A deplorable history,
Which was always a shady mystery.
Placing me in a boat,
Which I ought to loath.
Rowing down the river,
Rimmed with memories of silver.
Its churning waters of pain,
Where I dread to be lain.
Forbidden is my need
For a fish made of lead
Till overwhelming desires
Drown me to join my sires.
Happy New Year in Arrears! Make a sentence out of the bold words.
Angela Okoduwa
Written by
Angela Okoduwa  Lagos
(Lagos)   
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