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Decem in expectancy has come anon
This morn, dress in bridal mist
Of late night dews that fall on
Worn ferns, Bahama and Lilies amidst
A slim cool air in the atmosphere 
Gently bids adieu to a fleeting year.

Alas, in a lull have all the waters
Make their confluence in crystal Heav’n;
Solace plants derive from dew showers
With stalks and buds and roots swoll’n.
Ha, a weaver in flight put up a nest 
And makes to breed with a new guest!

Adieu, adieu, adieu ye lonely years
Adieu, make way for a conjugal bliss
To sapp drops of tears as with fears
When hearts in harmony conjoin with ease;
For HE who mould a woman out of man
Ordains them for warmth in storm and harmattan!

Stride the aisle then, daughter of Anwu
Thy beauty God’s house brightly lit
All things beautiful, and marvelous too
God makes them all, God did it!
Happy day, happy hearts, happy love
Happy as the wings of a soaring dove!

Happy still, the one who finds his rib
That one and one no longer two but one
And yet multiply by eros in filial crib
With new born babes; daughter and son.
Hence shall the fountain of health and grace
And the spring of joy flow all thy days!

(For Goddidit Esiro Igbape).

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