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Let me go tell the true story
I am now into slavery of choice.
That same beauty she wore
is fixed upon her forevermore.
I must go back because I think
I am in love as fishes like waters.
I must tell Mama the truth
because my eyes have seen true beauties.
My mouth would say it all,
Because my soul had chewed fantasy.I must go back home to tell
Mama.
Abike and Abiye are the eyes on my mind.
And I don’t mind using them
to see where I am going.But how do i tell Mama?
That I am trading with a blind man without lame excuses.
That I went for Abike and fell in love with Abiye?
But I met Abike first with her rain bucket waist.
I must tell Mama that Abiye appearance is tasty.
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DISCLAIMER: Do not pay or release sensitive financial details to any organizer/recruiter unless futher verified from your end.No no no, I must go home and
tell Mama the whole truth;
that i have seen grasses eating ghost,
And I’ll explain why King Solomon had no choice.
Isoboye Danagogo..D learning poet….2016….
