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Rome, the blithering sands in our shore beheld its making. Ours is a dirge sang beyond borders,
Its lyrics are learnt in Pondering ruins.
A tangle-tale that lures sadness further.
Sango's tongue was still in the oven, Amadi-oha's eyes in surgery, When the Berlin gong heralded a clarion sun on our seas. They said darkness ruled our Sights. So, they would burn our peace For salvation to be seen.
Shame! Dewy shame on the wind. Shame! Red-hot shame on the sea. A confluent shame on them both In their merry liquid and solid freeze.
The wind didn't tell us to hide our yawning anus, Before it ferried them here – the white maestros. The sea didn't warn us to wet out hearts,
Before it built kingdoms in our eyes.
MY DAILY AFFIRMATION INFLUENCED BY THE BOOK THINK AND GROW RICH!
By the 28th of Febuary, 2021 I will accumulate a Net Worth in excess of $31,000 with a monthly income of $2,600 or more.
In exchange for this, I will Keep on Posting to earn on graphenes blockchain, working as a banker, working part-time as a photographer.
My mission in life is become a popular photographer and a graphic designer
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