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A Gossipy Christian To His Pastor
Pastor, I know every church member,
Who during your sermon would slumber
And could supply you the entire snoring number,
If you badly want it this November
Or much later in December:
When distractions will lessen and you’d remember
One of them, a barrister with Onward Chamber,
Supposedly doing well here in Pemba…
Still note, of discord, I fan no ember
Nor entreat you to them dismember,
Jesus and I sure it won’t last like the Sun’s rare penumbra.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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