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Self Publishing
Read I what he published;
The sound ideas relished'
"When one is the vanquished
A thing is relinquished
He's still The Distinguished;
But might feel extinguished"
But why would a writer
Self publish and lighter
Make what's not for Blighter,
Even if The Brighter...
And he tries too posters,
The printing of Rosters,
From time to time Fliers
For sincere liars...
God saw His Job as good
Not us dust like mere wood.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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