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Aug 2020
Days went by yet the thought of her never left me

All I can hear is the gentle rhythm

Slowly and calmly as it beats underneath my palm

The time shall come
When I will hold her close and never let go

For she is quite a beauty to behold
Written by
Zainab  17/F/Ibadan,Oyo state,Nigeria.
(17/F/Ibadan,Oyo state,Nigeria.)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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