Wisdom Of The Ancient - Poem by Kolawole Ajao
True gaiety moves you close to tears
When happiness is cloned you 're moved to tear
Where I am, I am with my angels
When I vamoose, I vamoose with them all
Orange and lime's trees sprout same leaves
In taste they are farther apart than day and night.
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