ipaye olawole peter Biography

in the hand of my mistress


When this afternoon
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`1The unfinished battle


The strive is not over, if it is not over
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This cry like mother’s
This affection we longed to see
This dashed hope of a mother,
When this broad way to no-where be green
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My days were sad.
my life gone so deep in sin
when I remembered how the days were spent,
this ere quarter days of life mine.
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It makes me forlon, unarguably, i succumbed
didatic the plays obviously played
in the motherless haste though heavy brained
muted palm, will thus shortenend some trials
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