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Songs of Power

Though you call me molehill, Still I shall attain my height. The more refuse you deposit The higher and mightier I become. So when you blow up your dust Or sling your wicked mud And in your joy on me they sediment; Mock me not I do not see mud nor dust But another layer of my enviable size. Your garbage is by no means hurdle, It is the thrust to my destined height. Songs of power, Something inside so strong. 8/11/2015.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/21/2015 11:05:00 PM
Kayod5 Congratulations. **SKAT**
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Date: 11/21/2015 7:11:00 PM
Congratulations KAYOD5
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Date: 11/21/2015 8:10:00 AM
I chose this song too Kayode5 congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 11/9/2015 4:15:00 AM
grreat poetic punch, kayod.. how are you?..so nice to read you again!...huggs
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Date: 11/9/2015 4:44:00 AM
netteeeeeee! I am so happy to hear from you. Sure, I am fine here and you nette; how do you do? Thanks for this visit...hugs.
Date: 11/9/2015 3:18:00 AM
Wow! This is extreme excellence. It depicted imagery that brought your brilliant write to life within this reader's sense...........A.M.
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Date: 11/9/2015 3:54:00 AM
O se mo dupe Afolabi,se alaafia ni o? Mo fi Oluwa so e o...e se pupo.

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