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Apr 2018
Everyday the sun rises over dead bodies,
Infants, little children and the innocent,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers and the sinners,
And when the sun sets, it closes, on a worthless lives.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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