Samuel Temidayo Poems

Experience of gory states.
Victims of goofy acts.
Displays of highhandedness.
Polishing of curupt acts.
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I was walking through a valley,
when it was dark. And lo! the
heaven opened, and i heard a
voice shouting speak!
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like a Nigerian road, so is, the journey of life.
Never smooth,
never straight. But the good news is, it's endurable.
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My days of test running words. Measuring the effectiveness of my gaining poems,
The heart of few ladies was my dwelling place. I was gaging the potency of my words with some sample space.

How will I tell them,
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