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Feb 2019
An apple of truth is gold in
pictures of silver  when
planted in the soil of time.

A tree of truth planted
bears eternal fruits and
tree of wickedness spreads
for a season and dries up.

Truth may be stunted in
the beginning but an oak
it turns in the end.

Wickedness spreads like a
wild bay at dawn
but its death comes like
a thief in the night.
Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
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