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I Was Defected
You had things wrecked with your Nope
And I could no longer cope:
I, who had the cleanest hope
Of conquering Rugged Slope,
Soon slacking for what I lacked
That your could give but out backed;
Showing how words strong zeal crack
And down the sound idea hack...
My defeat was your "Loud Nope",
Running a school fought with rope:
Twenty years ago you did
And a Praised Talent was hid;
Presently A Mad Idea
Poetry I face Top Gear
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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