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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Babe, I tried to make me clearer That very day, but you wouldn’t listen Instead kept deaf ears to reasons And rather looked the other way in dead silence – Stiffnecked like lifeless mgbada. Uloma, I have severally searched my mind To know why, how, things got such sour And the goodwills we shared in a flash dashed To squander on the alter of what I know not But am lost in whole thing, with no reason to find. And so, here daily I stay to sulk In the sorrow of a widow, And in the loneliness of an orphan: I dwell to lick my wound To wonder when you come back to me – Finding no reason to live without you – Without hearing your fine voice – Without seeing your beautiful orbs winked in love – Without your sweet kisses that drove me crazy. And I say, “ Uloma, where are you?!” Babe, I tried to make me clearer That very day, but you wouldn’t listen Instead kept deaf ears to reasons And rather looked the other way in dead silence – Stiffnecked like lifeless mgbada. Uloma, I have severally searched my mind To know why, how, things got such sour And the goodwills we shared in a flash dashed To squander on the alter of what I know not But am lost in whole thing, with no reason to find. And so, here daily I stay to sulk In the sorrow of a widow, And in the loneliness of an orphan: I dwell to lick my wound To wonder when you come back to me – Finding no reason to live without you – Without hearing your fine voice – Without seeing your beautiful orbs winked in love – Without your sweet kisses that drove me crazy. And I say, “ Uloma, where are you?!”
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