Olugbenga Ayoola Biography

WISE HOUSE
I stood in the middle of the poetry,
We move forward to the wise house
Where all soul of the bard laid heads
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DRY YOUR TEARS YOU LASS!
Oh! You lonely heart
Sick on stone of love
Gaze million of love past
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From the sprout of buds to the wither of the leaf
From spring of the river to the dry of the river
From the man birth rate to the man death rate
From the sunny of the day to darkness of the day
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Am hill- Billy man
Who sat on crest in north with bliss
And dim light war in east
Who took west yolk from cave
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I sat on treetop of the world like a bird nest
Looking the celestial bird on the sky of the world
Fly from north to south with wings
And wind blow gently to our nation with peace
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