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Looking upon the Eucharist that clips our heart. The sole journey to the promise Land of thought, Not as that which ended up in forty years. But the one that has brought sorrow in laughter to our face. From the first year of life, Had our lives made to see the lens book. That mama with cane and pampered, Launched us to face the hit of that which looks so Arabic to the eyes. In this our castle was built till adulthood, That all stressed out for gaining admission. As Hanna in Shiloh it was granted. With a spirit filled in joy acceptance was made. But as the children of our slave Marsha, bill was lashed on us. For the joy that has laid in our heart that we dare look not. With no knowledge that pant will be the source of promotion. While awaiting the burial of CGPA for any refusal. Save, oh save dear great divine! For the joy that needs to await our brides are taken for marks. Please hear me as I make a prayer. For an order of injunction to restrain the brides From this place of lettered. And for such further order or orders as my Lord may deemed fit to make. No, oh no, This will be heartless and inhuman to them. For our world will be dark should this be granted. Rather the prayer must be, Please hear me as I make this prayer in respect of our brides. For an order that the joy of aftermath of Sodom and Gomorrah. Be that of those whom libido have lost its track. An order that the prayer of Joshua on those that rebuild, The wall of Jericho be that of the people. And for such further order or orders as my Lord may deemed fit to make. © olorunleke olorode

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