Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa Biography

Our faces were pale,
Soil frozen below the feet,
Heat was lost in the pail,
As we lay cramped up under the sheet.
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Frail and grey,
The world may say,

But you should know better,
...

I don't usually stare,
But you got me there,
Staring at you foolishly, speechless,
I'm gonna approach you never the less.
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Down goes the bubble,
In a heaply bunch
Of rubble,
...

I hear the peals again,
The monotones of the gypsies,
It calls,
On the street,
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