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Jun 2013
Each time I clamber over a mountain, and see,
The vastness of the green fields in the distance,
I am yet again confronted by a gaping hole that stops my advance,
Perplexed, I scout for bravery, too come carry me, across the black, abysmal sea.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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