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Mar 19
1.   Horses are stead, trumpets are heard.
Swords were sheath, blood is shed.
The topic is art, with groups of larks.
Some questions are asked, but the lesson is yet to elapse. A place and a time, with riddles and rhymes.
Stories are told, in harmony and hype.

2.  Once upon a time, with passage of lines.
The end is near, be patient and calm.
My mind is sooth; my heart is eased.
Remember to breathe, from the pressures of heat.
The sun is up; the rays have come.
My mind is dull, O body, why numb.
Prosper Anyanwu
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Prosper Anyanwu  20/M/Nigeria
(20/M/Nigeria)   
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