arewa oluwole Poems

Great!
I came late
In the grade, they rate
That circumstance, say is my fate
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Unto all as a child, was i born?
But through a two weaken tissue, comes my birth
And of worth, less i stand to gain
For with a calculator, the world waits to scorn the end of my struggling glory
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I feel freely free
i think things through
i read real right
i see set straight
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We
feeling free
break bound
nail norms
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As the wind flows, so it blows
And through the path of my breath
Trace it's step into the depth of my fragile heart
The Few glimpse and little heed my mind conceived
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Corruption! corruption! ! corruption! ! !
It is far more than the name it bears
Stronger than the man it possess
Is destruction may live more than time could tell
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