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Jan 2019
ANGEL OR DEVIL?
Father, tell me why your eyes
are so red and filled with tears?
You make my heart veiled with black
though l dress my face with cheers.

Life was kind with all of us.
Now, you are ill, thrown in bed,
and your children are so pale ;
we can scarcely eat dry bread.

I am nothing, but a belle,
lots of beauty and young age.
That's enough to bring back joy
and regain Your happy page.

First, l leave my fiance.
Then, you should not know my job.
If you know l am a *****,
you will wear a shameful robe.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Written by
Joseph Zenieh
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