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The virtues of amateurism
When i was just a little child
I would bite, scratch and become wild
And get a soft pat on the back.
The life wasn’t so tough as a teen
Until i left home at eighteen
There i learnt every form of lack
The road back to comfort, i seek
Life as a pro has made me weak
It was all fair till i turned black.
Victor Oyedele
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