FALSO
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FALSO
How I'm lazy but not crazy
With what will touch and leave.
Not busy, sorting my puzzle,
Till when I deserve to rest.
Though in my silence I grumble,
In my meekness I cry.
My stomach was fed with nothing,
Awakening with blissful songs.
Holding to my breath,
When drawing the quencher,
Closer , closer it comes,
I hear it sound and go back.
Now I break my silence and call for hands.
Where will they come from?
In my tortured thought
I hear from the creator of heaven and earth.
Written by : HON. ADEMOLA OLAMIDE EMMANUEL P.K.A SAINTPRADOL February 21st,2019.
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