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Apr 2020
When I had no will of mine
You went all the miles
When I couldn’t talk
You were my voice
When I couldn’t walk
Your back was my cart
When my eyes couldn’t see
You were my sight
When I knew not a thing
You were my secret guide
O sweet mother
My back bone is you
Ayodeji Oje
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Ayodeji Oje  M/Nigeria
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