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EDITED BY: THE MAMMOT OF A JUDICIAL POETS (JUDICIAL POETRY GROUP) NEW BUSSIA NIGER STATE Dear death, look at him like hump But mind you, You can’t take the nook out from his hook, Oh my book is in my bag resting in its pillow of reading Taking studies like a forbidden fruit which I threw at the roof top. But the root of the guff has formed a golden name called Ruth… Dear my gentle, The fat man has build a mansion Causing his fellow man to shun Eating mango like a hungry monkey Now, the man is causing him to go For a load on the road When the forest has thicken like a red blood cell. Abonis for the poor Created an anti number for those in the bush like a jungle beast in the jungle Is he dead? Are you sure? Planned forest for preserver is now hungry like an angry lion Whisper with your whiskers around the world Visiting zoologists and botanists like a regular shadow following you ever where you go like MTN Planned forest has him to death with boldly soldiers of no mercy….

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