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Hoop lock loop,
The ecstasy that gaga ones heart above,
For that which do enclose us all bellow our worth,
In this we tend to daily lay our hope,
In return, lamentation its songs give.

Non could claim if alive or in death,
In our heart, our existence all claim lay in the hand of the maker,
Engrossed in thought of the reason to have fall into the trap of this teacher,
Unlike Mr Aderibigbe a tender hearted mentor,
Whose memory will linger till death.

Don’t you dare place your look from that distance,
This many do without making any difference,
Bolade please give a hint for us to cope,
Of the reason all claim to lack interest with no waive,
But fall prey of cheaters and enemies of the creator.

Could we go beyond our landmark?
This we never want to and not wear the shoe of our daddy and colleagues
In tussle for that seat that creates wealth,
Why disregarding their birth and it loop,
Love in love has not been love.

Non in this league won’t be a lust to thought,
When such sees the lame making his way to the bliss without caretaker,
What would the maker make of this matter?
Could it be for the purpose not to fall prey of this generation parents?
Dear divine lay your ear to us not to go gray before making a glance!   

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