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It’s in all of these
These days my days are filled
With idleness and gluttony
If nothing fills the mind
The stomach would seek for anything
You can’t tie a living soul in a body bag
Chaos would erupt
Some days are like that
Where two or three are gathered,
A secret is strangled to death
So life is not certain
Even in public gatherings
Victor Oyedele
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