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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You deserve so much more that I give In deed she is She lights the green light A woman of letters Once upon a time Under the moonlight tales We hear the sky Meeting with angels In the blue clouds A different mother The onset of the nucleus I can tell the history Though, I wasn't there, but she was yesterday. The Achilles heel in nefariousness. She is always right A serpent in the egg to the rainy days A different mother Acumen to the future The beginner of the end A Shepherd of sheep The villain of a hero The architecture of humanity She imprisons herself In a royal house Faring for her seeds Almost a laughing stock In her child's play She has a Penelope's web For her kith and Kin She begot love The merchant of honorary The nurserymaid A different mother The Christmas Flowers Growing in summer The birds fly Feeding from her colourants display She walks in the rain When her umbrella is no more At night, she wakes a million times For the new born baby A different mother As busy as a bee She build the Nation To and fro At a stake, The good Samaritan grows her flowers Ill at ease, her swan songs grow In the memory of the future But in the morning, They are like thankless arrant A different mother Why not now? Time has denied your harvest Why become an uphill task? Even on the rainy days Through fire and water A bolt from the blue clouds She lays the golden eggs OH! MOTHER OF ALL Thy seeds shall not die They shall spread thy golden bed When thy night comes Thou shall eat thy food When thou shall hunger For them in the evening Even the dark night shall lie on thy feet Till thy heavenly dinner comes (By Precious Opurum: Nigeria) Copyright © odiboy 2016
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