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Wrong Foot Steps For Escapes
I knew he was bound
To be finally found
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…
And I knew they would him bound
Spinning him round and round
And his body awfully pound
And assign to a wished mound…
Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted
And the preferably delayed tasted:
All through sheer fault of footsteps
Always shunned during escapes.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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