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Ode To The Royal Highness
In as much as one could attest
and benumb
So do I mysophob and blub
For there were time when the
sky was calm
And everything it revolved
succumb
And there stand a man with
great sense of rulership
Whom people often lithe
cheerfully amidship
Just to pay their utmost respect
Haply a regent with much fays of
tales to paint
Emeaba (do and talk) by name,
A charismatic
Man who spend all his life
catering for homeless and
widows
Peace loving man Igwe your
fiscal prudence is nonpareil in
row
It was Thomas gray who, making
a philosophical appraisal
Of the dreariness around him in
a country churchyard isle
Wonder whether any amount of
storying an Urn
Could call back fleeing breath to
its mansion nure
The answer is of course no
Within me I know I lost the
opportunity loan
Still believe a day will land for real
While your dream lives on, cause
your leadership
Was never by chance and shall
remain staunch
To these townspeople is now
strange when peer only
Few could see what I saw.
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