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Apr 2018
In the depths of the forest I know you stay hiding,
I have searched for you my dear but I just can not seem to find where you are residing,
If the trees could speak, would they tell me the truth or would they be lying?
TheirΒ fable whispers blowing in the wind, or soaring through the sky like a bird that is flying.....
Elizabeth Oyibo
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Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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