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LiFe
Oh! What a globe of sorrows
Where troubles and problems morrow
And breath only but borrowed
Says he who sorrows.
I am alive, says him with tea
Yet sufferings and toiling graced thee with D
Death with silence he returns to thee
And Back to thee he wishes for pea.
Life itself prepared D for Thee.
With deceitfulness she lured D
And false hopes she packaged for D
Just for D to loose the Thee.
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NGWonders Stephen Otuodi Ekemezie
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