Korede Abiodun Biography

There he goes
To and fro, to and fro,
Then cleared his throat.
'Ehhnn-ummm, huuummm, mmm-uhmm.
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They have all they want
But lack, Content
ion
Like a crab timer.
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The wind was very much rich
As much as the dark and thick cloud
Like a rug of the Persian Prince
Never a display that seems more proud
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Last time I prayed;
I never knew what to say,
I went down on my knees
To mount a faith, yes I did.
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The sun threw its rays in the day
Touched my nape but neglect to warm the Me.
Dewed it is now that its late
Too many of its ray I tend to feel.
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