Monday, March 5, 2012

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When that tongue of mine will relinquish and depressantly cease to rise,
Like a tied log, my hands and legs' power die down,
And the uncontrollable thundering mourn suppress the traditional drum of my town,
Help me! ! tell the God, for like the sun, i will rise.
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Ivan Ezeigbo 24 December 2012

Wow. Good imagery there. Great write.

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