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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Writers XXXIII

Improv heart

Give me
A guitar
With
No strings,
Mouth me
A song
With
No words,
And I
Will
Orchestrate
A piece for you
With no
Notes.

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I Heard that New York is a great… To be a writer and London is a Nice place to be a poet, France i… Common place to be an author All other places are irrelevant!
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I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
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