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Fussy minds gaga at this fuzzy quirk
Seems a pretty tingling tell to be told
Death in waterloo with a Jewish freak
what a peekaboo for babies breast old
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Oh! why still grope at night
with the light to give you sight
though old but why so cold
to attain the holds of the old
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Hip! Click! ! the world hops across my life’s track
tens of times pause crawling on cradle
tip toeing like some aged monks in their dark sack
yet stumbling rumble against flimsy hurdle
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Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
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Gently it flows across the sea
Ripping trees and bending trunks
And tottering the clandestine creatures
That lay across the vast sea shores
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Oh! today smiles flow through my blood
Like the Lake of Constance
Gladness blow across my cheek
Like wind dividing the ocean
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With flames gushing out their ears
Like volcanoes from an eruption
And arachnids screaming through their bears
As they burrow it for solutions
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Oh! our life is flipped like a boring page
Bearing a bulk of blunders and flooded flaws
So alien to this great but delicate age
That clothed atrocity with sexy pretty colours
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1.I get that often from you
Yes from you, YOU
You call me names
I take them for games
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Up and down the Enyimba we skid
But before this ride
My bum bulk sits tight my side
I've made a map so wide
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1.i na-ekwukarị ihe a
ejidela m gị imirikiti ugboro
ọ dị m k´ichefuola
chaii! Ama m n`ịmaghị mgbe i ji ekwu ya
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1.The sky is pregnant
lightning pants and rants in the distant
as smokes billow, silent but gallant
while the vultures gallivant
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Biafra biko bianụ!
Obodo ọma nke ụmụchineke
Ala Ihe ọma niile ekere eke
Ebe agaghi enwe ịkpa oke
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The Best Poem Of Emmanuel Aneto

Death Is Dead

Fussy minds gaga at this fuzzy quirk
Seems a pretty tingling tell to be told
Death in waterloo with a Jewish freak
what a peekaboo for babies breast old

It barked! Cracked! smacked! Like thunder
Cuddling the bystanders to a druggie slumber
Like over-lactated baby bulls they drool
As he rose and left cool

Pronto! the maidens ransacked the tomb
Fearlessly unmaidenly they prod probe and comb
Then scurried home in bitter joy to squeal
Death is dead a breaking news for real

Sighting his death the tabernacle veiled severed
On rising the tomb baring bars debarred
Oh! What a pregnant puzzle or something
So significant! So symbolic! So sobering

So let’s laden the wind with halleluia shouts
blaze up our minds of thomasie flabby doubts
Heretofore we were brutes yes! bald brutes
But the death of death bore us rosy fruits

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