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Beholding Her (3)

Again, I got it wrong She wasn’t bathing nor making up She was of her natural look Holding a Bible with her phone Coming straight from a vigil Forget not, it was 7.15am Not too tall as I envisaged A bit lighter in body colour Her facial beauty was not magical Her smile was same as that on phone While her eye lashes speaks for itself But her teeth-gap is of instant special effect In all, she is of an average beauty. Alayande Stephen T. 23rd November, 2007 4.53pm On my way to Ikare Agbado-Ekiti.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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