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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Which Verse?

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new verse
Or life of feigning coward dwells.
So tell me the verse this may be?

(2015)

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