Peter Umoh Biography

An 'honourable thing' wrapped round me
Exuded dignifying perception
Not of me, nor myself
Mirror told what it saw
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My lonely laid, belly down, eyes hid in it's lid
Suddenly came a visitor like a rocket
If he should pass my neighbour
Then my stuffs will be in a mess
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The 'mad, ' retorted
'Are you crazy'
Unleashed his arm
And delivered a stroke
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