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Fallow Fields
All our folks are fallow
fields,
yearning each year for
yields,
our soul and spirits... sow
seeds
as we decide our daily
deeds.
Our course, cause and
creeds
make beauty to bloom or
bleed.
The wisdom & words we
wield,
share shadows or shining
shield.
We are either wheats or
weeds,
what we flaunt: flame or
feeds.
Love or loss, the life we
leads,
forever makes us fired or
freed.
Be good, do no graze in
greed,
play your part...the poor
pleads.
Inspire, impart and impact
indeed,
oh humble-hearted, take
heed!
Copyright 2012.
Adeleke Adeite.
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