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I remember the day I saw your eyes on my flesh,
All up and down the thing I call a dress,
So much intensity that all was not but bear...
...what day is it?
Now,
I see only the tears of joy that I stood my ground,
Had I failed to be the Man?
Nothing would be here today...
...not even our living;
No matter the face we see,
What will be will surely be in the end.
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akinbo a. a. cornerstone
A prolific Nigerian writer with a gift for words. Wrote under the pen name of Fad and Quad during the Military Era. Currently uses the "pscornerstone" signature.
An activist with religious inclination and respect for cultural heritage, he grew up streetwise and with great love for his country, Nigeria.
He believes that he who holds the word holds the world.
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Great hussein hashim | Jan 14th, 2005
i simply love this.it's apt.
clarita zarate | Apr 24th, 2005
THis is so beautifull! I would want all young men to read this! Full of feeling.
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