PASSION
God has put inside every person the potential to be passionate. One individual with passion is greater than the passive force of ninety-nine who only have interest. Too many people have only intrigue with their destiny. Whatever your hand finds to do, do it wth all your might.
Come to think of it, what is passion?
Passion is a strong and barely controllable emotion.
If it's close to uncontrollable, what determination do you think you can have to beat a man with passion? If you have passion, what kind of energetic being would come and steal your world? No man would dare you my friend.
Passion is that zeal of giving all without reservation, that feeling of pushing hard without fear of losing out, that determination that won't make the pains visible to you, that is what passion is.
If you've watch action movies, though they're full of fictions but the blurry pains that isn't visible in the eyes of the main actor is what we call passion, man with passion call only be beaten by gods.
Everyone loves something, we are shaped and motivated by what we live and that is our passion. If you ignore what you're passionate about, I wonder how you'll be ready to give all when the test of time comes knocking.
Stop and think about what grabs your attention, stirs your passion, rouses anger, unleashes strong words, and causes definitive action from you.
The last time I checked, nothing significant was ever achieved without enthusiasm. Even Jesus was passionate about mankind, for him to have faced the test of time and suffering.
What generates passion and zeal in you is a clue to revealing your destiny. What you love is a clue to something you contain.
Without passion man is a mere latent force and a possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.
Tim Redmond said and I quote, he said "there are many things that will catch my eye, but there are only a very few that catches my heart... It is those I consider to pursue." The worst bankruptcy in the world is the man who has lost his enthusiasm. You must first be a believer if you would be an achiever.
Be passionate about what you do and you'll see turnaround in your doing.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Monday, December 23, 2019
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Death Of The Reason
DEATH OF THE REASON
Vulture raveling in the sky
With an unerring sound of sly
Saying so it's over
So the battle couldn't cross the border
I hanged my head precariously
Thinking of how I'll checkmate concurrently
But the heart is full of tears
Pouring fears that had accumulated for years
Do I really want to stand alone
Even when I can't sing without a tone
I wonder if three can stand in pairs
That bids my heart in despairs
I didn't check the depth and I dived too deep
Now my stance I can't keep
Years of fears bid some loss and gain
The reason I'll like to take again
Time would fight and give me courage
But can I stand the test of time with my age?
My flawless flower, disperse to my way
And I won't ever lead you astray
First test of time and you're flying
For better and worse you said when craving
What has caused the resolution of the treason
Is it the death of the reason?
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Vulture raveling in the sky
With an unerring sound of sly
Saying so it's over
So the battle couldn't cross the border
I hanged my head precariously
Thinking of how I'll checkmate concurrently
But the heart is full of tears
Pouring fears that had accumulated for years
Do I really want to stand alone
Even when I can't sing without a tone
I wonder if three can stand in pairs
That bids my heart in despairs
I didn't check the depth and I dived too deep
Now my stance I can't keep
Years of fears bid some loss and gain
The reason I'll like to take again
Time would fight and give me courage
But can I stand the test of time with my age?
My flawless flower, disperse to my way
And I won't ever lead you astray
First test of time and you're flying
For better and worse you said when craving
What has caused the resolution of the treason
Is it the death of the reason?
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Friday, December 20, 2019
My Soldier
MY SOLDIER
Conflict between pleasure and pain
Game of loss and gain
In between is the enlargement of coast
That made her to toast
Journey of bitterness
That may yield some happiness
Outgrowing her shape
That made her lose some shade
Series of mood swing
That causes her to sing
The ryhme of agony, pain and tears
That gave birth to unlimited fears
Turning a soldier at war
At a place that is far
Away from home like Rome
Where she can't really call home
What a wonder
What a soldier
Now the fruit is up and ripening
Yet she's not stopping
Fighting from coast to coast
For us to boast
She's indeed a soldier
For me to have ponder.
She deserves accolades like medal
In support to lift her head like ladder
Not even all the men could be a soldier
So I wonder.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Conflict between pleasure and pain
Game of loss and gain
In between is the enlargement of coast
That made her to toast
Journey of bitterness
That may yield some happiness
Outgrowing her shape
That made her lose some shade
Series of mood swing
That causes her to sing
The ryhme of agony, pain and tears
That gave birth to unlimited fears
Turning a soldier at war
At a place that is far
Away from home like Rome
Where she can't really call home
What a wonder
What a soldier
Now the fruit is up and ripening
Yet she's not stopping
Fighting from coast to coast
For us to boast
She's indeed a soldier
For me to have ponder.
She deserves accolades like medal
In support to lift her head like ladder
Not even all the men could be a soldier
So I wonder.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Thursday, December 19, 2019
Student under a teacher
STUDENT UNDER A TEACHER
Asserting to fly without a wing
Pushing to swim sans gills and swing
Pledged to get proficient
Inducted to get prominent
In the hand of solicitor
Mendicity to get away with the visitor
They said we're the vanguards of tomorrow
Yet they're boarding our trips to morrow
They said we'll sail the boat across the next day
Yet they're taking the paddle away
Trying to dive up from the sea
With the help of solicitor that is dragging one beneath for all to see
Alas! there's perturb at the backroom
Who will come sweep all with broom
The leaders among us?
That are full of themselves on horse?
Those that are playing cards of fake love?
Confusion of no conviction of self love.
One day we'll all look back
And we'll wish to be taken aback
But Elvis would have left the building
And there won't be any special rebuilding
It would be too late
To go back and open the gate
It's not too late to wake up
It's only a sin not to ever make up
The clarion call for you to heed
That may make some yield
You can decide to turn the deaf ear
And you can decide to hear.
Integration is here
To battle the differentiation there
That minus one
Can be plus one
And we'll all be happy
In the hall of bounty.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Asserting to fly without a wing
Pushing to swim sans gills and swing
Pledged to get proficient
Inducted to get prominent
In the hand of solicitor
Mendicity to get away with the visitor
They said we're the vanguards of tomorrow
Yet they're boarding our trips to morrow
They said we'll sail the boat across the next day
Yet they're taking the paddle away
Trying to dive up from the sea
With the help of solicitor that is dragging one beneath for all to see
Alas! there's perturb at the backroom
Who will come sweep all with broom
The leaders among us?
That are full of themselves on horse?
Those that are playing cards of fake love?
Confusion of no conviction of self love.
One day we'll all look back
And we'll wish to be taken aback
But Elvis would have left the building
And there won't be any special rebuilding
It would be too late
To go back and open the gate
It's not too late to wake up
It's only a sin not to ever make up
The clarion call for you to heed
That may make some yield
You can decide to turn the deaf ear
And you can decide to hear.
Integration is here
To battle the differentiation there
That minus one
Can be plus one
And we'll all be happy
In the hall of bounty.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Thursday, December 12, 2019
The Ocean
THE OCEAN
Wanted to swim across the ocean
Like every other man on the beach
But the vibe is not in the lotion
Which may tend to bleach
Never knew the depth
Before I dived too deep
Now I'm in debt
And it's a bit too late to weep
If you love you let it go
Theory out of the option
I can't even take a bow
The feeling is beyond attraction
It's late to call it a quit
But yet peace of mind I want
It's like I'm falling inside a pit
Yet my heart continue to pant
I want to preach the gospel
Without forsaking the rhyme
Draining all the sweetness of the apple
In the early days of my prime.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Wanted to swim across the ocean
Like every other man on the beach
But the vibe is not in the lotion
Which may tend to bleach
Never knew the depth
Before I dived too deep
Now I'm in debt
And it's a bit too late to weep
If you love you let it go
Theory out of the option
I can't even take a bow
The feeling is beyond attraction
It's late to call it a quit
But yet peace of mind I want
It's like I'm falling inside a pit
Yet my heart continue to pant
I want to preach the gospel
Without forsaking the rhyme
Draining all the sweetness of the apple
In the early days of my prime.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Birthday Present
_Happy birthday Fisayomie_Da_Poet_ 🎂🍾🎂🍾
MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU ✍✍
For two decades and three years that I have come to vegetate on this planet,I have come to substantiate that your immediate environment and calibers of friends you move with will ascertain how far your boat will sail on the sea of life. And I also realized that no one is responsible for your fiasco or your triumph, they can only give a helping hand but you yourself is the fulcrum of being successful or the other that takes you under the weather.
This may not really present the image I'm viewing at the corner of my thought, so I'll shed more light by using myself as a case study.
Exactly on the 24th day of July,2013, I fully left secondary school and all I was anticipating was the university education which comes immediately after secondary education. I thought the opportunity would just flow in just the way food flows into the mouth of an infant without knowing the input effort by his mother. But all wasn't, it was never the case of beautiful roses falling on the road side and I realized that after Elvis had left the building.
I was stranded for few years and I couldn't proceed, not until 2017 that I eventually gained admission into university, do you know what affected me? The caliber of friends I moved with. I see them around me everytime and they never told me what was happening was abnormality. This might not be your own case but might be close to that, either in the past or present.
But guess what, immediately I changed the caucus of friends I move with,I started seeing the front that was foggy initially. In no time I gained admission but it was really a bit late, imagine 2013 secondary school graduate gaining admission into university in year 2017, it's nothing to think about but a disaster.
Watch yourself dutifully and absorb the kind of friends that would affect your life positively. It tells a lot on how you'll grow in time.
If you cogitate and say *Fisayomie_Da_Poet* is unique and has edge over his surrounding, trust me, that's the effect of my immediate environment. _What is your immediate environment?_ These are people that you live to see every here and there and we call them immediate family, these are people that actually transmute me and force me to start seeing miles ahead.
Come to think of it, is that the type of your own immediate environment? If not, take to heel even if they're your biological environment and run to where you'll be saved.
Age is not on my side, age is not on your side, please never engage in what would add no value to you.
And lastly, read and digest this light poem
check the road that leads to your house
and see if your heart won't pounce
check the way you're walking up
and see if you're worthy to look up
can you afford to fuck up?
can you afford to lock up?
if not, take to your heel
and start climbing the hill.
Thanks
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet✍
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde✍✍
MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO YOU ✍✍
For two decades and three years that I have come to vegetate on this planet,I have come to substantiate that your immediate environment and calibers of friends you move with will ascertain how far your boat will sail on the sea of life. And I also realized that no one is responsible for your fiasco or your triumph, they can only give a helping hand but you yourself is the fulcrum of being successful or the other that takes you under the weather.
This may not really present the image I'm viewing at the corner of my thought, so I'll shed more light by using myself as a case study.
Exactly on the 24th day of July,2013, I fully left secondary school and all I was anticipating was the university education which comes immediately after secondary education. I thought the opportunity would just flow in just the way food flows into the mouth of an infant without knowing the input effort by his mother. But all wasn't, it was never the case of beautiful roses falling on the road side and I realized that after Elvis had left the building.
I was stranded for few years and I couldn't proceed, not until 2017 that I eventually gained admission into university, do you know what affected me? The caliber of friends I moved with. I see them around me everytime and they never told me what was happening was abnormality. This might not be your own case but might be close to that, either in the past or present.
But guess what, immediately I changed the caucus of friends I move with,I started seeing the front that was foggy initially. In no time I gained admission but it was really a bit late, imagine 2013 secondary school graduate gaining admission into university in year 2017, it's nothing to think about but a disaster.
Watch yourself dutifully and absorb the kind of friends that would affect your life positively. It tells a lot on how you'll grow in time.
If you cogitate and say *Fisayomie_Da_Poet* is unique and has edge over his surrounding, trust me, that's the effect of my immediate environment. _What is your immediate environment?_ These are people that you live to see every here and there and we call them immediate family, these are people that actually transmute me and force me to start seeing miles ahead.
Come to think of it, is that the type of your own immediate environment? If not, take to heel even if they're your biological environment and run to where you'll be saved.
Age is not on my side, age is not on your side, please never engage in what would add no value to you.
And lastly, read and digest this light poem
check the road that leads to your house
and see if your heart won't pounce
check the way you're walking up
and see if you're worthy to look up
can you afford to fuck up?
can you afford to lock up?
if not, take to your heel
and start climbing the hill.
Thanks
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet✍
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde✍✍
Friday, November 29, 2019
Karma
Poet: Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Topic: Karma
KARMA
He was a play boy
Treated ladies like toy
Never thought of falling in love
Or the law from above.
On the way to his market
To flirt girls like cricket
He met a special lady
And he got clingy
In due time he became a servant
Everyday he tends to pant
His love for her continue to grow
And his ability to control himself tends to flow
Now he's in pain
Just like his ex without a gain
He forgot the law of karma
And now suffering from the Karma.
COMMENTARY
```A new wife shouldn't forget that the cane that was used to flog an old wife is still in the market, in case she misbehaves.```
```Do to others what you'll want them to do to you if you get to find yourself in their shoes.```
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet ✍✍
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde✍✍
Topic: Karma
KARMA
He was a play boy
Treated ladies like toy
Never thought of falling in love
Or the law from above.
On the way to his market
To flirt girls like cricket
He met a special lady
And he got clingy
In due time he became a servant
Everyday he tends to pant
His love for her continue to grow
And his ability to control himself tends to flow
Now he's in pain
Just like his ex without a gain
He forgot the law of karma
And now suffering from the Karma.
COMMENTARY
```A new wife shouldn't forget that the cane that was used to flog an old wife is still in the market, in case she misbehaves.```
```Do to others what you'll want them to do to you if you get to find yourself in their shoes.```
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet ✍✍
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde✍✍
Hard Goodbye
HARD GOODBYE
Love without margin
The notion, no one can imagine
Only known at the sacred room of the heart
Where no one can have impact
The patio that once blossom
Now tends toward a loom
The pains of parting the garden
Is what cannot be pardon
The propensity went North
The fondness went South
Attention couldn't meet affection on the road to East
And warmth couldn't crush love towards the West
What is left in the nest?
Nothing left than the goodbye?
An element one can't just buy?
Is it the strain of waving?
Or the pang of paving?
Left with no choice anyway
Even if I don't want to give a way
The hard goodbye is already here
Which no one can change from there.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Love without margin
The notion, no one can imagine
Only known at the sacred room of the heart
Where no one can have impact
The patio that once blossom
Now tends toward a loom
The pains of parting the garden
Is what cannot be pardon
The propensity went North
The fondness went South
Attention couldn't meet affection on the road to East
And warmth couldn't crush love towards the West
What is left in the nest?
Nothing left than the goodbye?
An element one can't just buy?
Is it the strain of waving?
Or the pang of paving?
Left with no choice anyway
Even if I don't want to give a way
The hard goodbye is already here
Which no one can change from there.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Friday, November 22, 2019
A chapter of the story
Poet: Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Topic: A CHAPTER OF THE STORY
A CHAPTER OF THE STORY
It's suffocating and difficult
Even when is not a game on a court
Powerless and tired to catapult
All in the dimension of insult
It's blurry and dark
Seems light is not going to come back
Calm, that's your own whack
Relax and you'll be taken aback
The dark forest covered the sight
You cannot even recognize your site
Maybe you really need some insight
To pave way and create some light
Remember the clock is working
Even if you stop walking
Nothing will alter the ticking
Just keep faith and continue moving.
COMMENTARY
Happiness filled your empty room just the way you planned? Be careful, table can change in the next chapter.
Pains, tears and grieve you're living your life with? Keep pushing, let that motivates you, tables do turn and the next chapter may be better.
Every stage is a chapter, be it tragedy or drama, all shall pass by.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Topic: A CHAPTER OF THE STORY
A CHAPTER OF THE STORY
It's suffocating and difficult
Even when is not a game on a court
Powerless and tired to catapult
All in the dimension of insult
It's blurry and dark
Seems light is not going to come back
Calm, that's your own whack
Relax and you'll be taken aback
The dark forest covered the sight
You cannot even recognize your site
Maybe you really need some insight
To pave way and create some light
Remember the clock is working
Even if you stop walking
Nothing will alter the ticking
Just keep faith and continue moving.
COMMENTARY
Happiness filled your empty room just the way you planned? Be careful, table can change in the next chapter.
Pains, tears and grieve you're living your life with? Keep pushing, let that motivates you, tables do turn and the next chapter may be better.
Every stage is a chapter, be it tragedy or drama, all shall pass by.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
THE PRINCIPLE
Poet: Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Topic: THE PRINCIPLE
THE PRINCIPLE
Sometimes I wonder
Why many forsake ethics
Taking up days to waste lender
In the realm of selfish critics
Standard sold for gain
Causing a cease in rain
Bringing chain and pain
Stealing the future of the whole terrain
Thus, leading to enormous distain
Come with me if you care
To put an end to this monster that stare
This tribute we are going to dare
With arrows of warfare
Clarion call, is this for the disciple
Who believe in this gospel
And can stand as an apostle of principle
For an example.
COMMENTARY
Where is our ethics? Where is the good sense of morality? What has gone wrong? What has happened to the principle of good behaviors?
We've lost this long ago without noticing, thinking it's all about civilization, not knowing we're five feet deep in a pit.
Let us stop the immorality and let's go back to the good ways which is the principle.
Morality defines who we are, some don't need to be too close to know whom we are, be of good morality always.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Topic: THE PRINCIPLE
THE PRINCIPLE
Sometimes I wonder
Why many forsake ethics
Taking up days to waste lender
In the realm of selfish critics
Standard sold for gain
Causing a cease in rain
Bringing chain and pain
Stealing the future of the whole terrain
Thus, leading to enormous distain
Come with me if you care
To put an end to this monster that stare
This tribute we are going to dare
With arrows of warfare
Clarion call, is this for the disciple
Who believe in this gospel
And can stand as an apostle of principle
For an example.
COMMENTARY
Where is our ethics? Where is the good sense of morality? What has gone wrong? What has happened to the principle of good behaviors?
We've lost this long ago without noticing, thinking it's all about civilization, not knowing we're five feet deep in a pit.
Let us stop the immorality and let's go back to the good ways which is the principle.
Morality defines who we are, some don't need to be too close to know whom we are, be of good morality always.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
OBSERVE
Poet: Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Topic: OBSERVE
OBSERVE
More than oxygen in the air
Only if you can see in despair
More than human in your environment
Only if you can feel the moment
Open your eyes wide
There is your desired element in the next yard
Don't be curious and don't be furious
There's something marvelous
You see the paper revolving around your feet
Is there to give a lift
Only if you can pay attention
Then you'll see the aforementioned.
COMMENTARY
Be a good observant, it pays. Whatever you need to become whatsoever you wants to become in life lies in your environment.
Be a good observant.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
Topic: OBSERVE
OBSERVE
More than oxygen in the air
Only if you can see in despair
More than human in your environment
Only if you can feel the moment
Open your eyes wide
There is your desired element in the next yard
Don't be curious and don't be furious
There's something marvelous
You see the paper revolving around your feet
Is there to give a lift
Only if you can pay attention
Then you'll see the aforementioned.
COMMENTARY
Be a good observant, it pays. Whatever you need to become whatsoever you wants to become in life lies in your environment.
Be a good observant.
© Fisayomie_DA_Poet
Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde
OUR STRUGGLE
Poets:
Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Favourite
Topic: OUR STRUGGLE
OUR STRUGGLE
From inception to the arrival
The fusion of the ovum and sperm was a survival
Even when engulfed by a living body called womb
In a place enclosed like tomb
Striving to survive amidst of blood and water
In a place that is no better
Depending on placenta for nourishment
Not to die before the fulfillment.
Like the drizzling and dropping of rain
You dropped on earth in the midst of agony and pain
Mother screaming at the childbirth
Innocent infant crying to death
At the hands of the veteran nurses
Who cares only about their businesses
What an awful welcome!
In a place you never dream to come.
Growth commences
Time busy at his businesses
Tick-tack non-stop
The race begins non-stop.
Growth continues like that in plant
With less knowledge since one is infant
Pains of hunger without being able to talk
Ants biting without being able to walk
And the struggle continues
When none is actually a news.
Days of rainbows and unicorn horses
Days of sunshine and lollipops of tender roses
Days of sweet fantasies and untamed passion
With maximum love and no condemnation
Days of blue-sky dreams and desire
With maximum attention to admire.
The age of infant got left behind
The environmental care got declined
Difficulty starts raging in the sky
And everyone starts to say goodbye
Teenager is now ready to move
And no one is ready to pave.
Coming to see the world
Which can't be explained with word
Youthful age in the bucket
Yet, one is no perfect.
Creativity taking to her heel
And heart starts to fall ill
Then, cruelty of life sets in
And no one is ready to come in.
More battle in the yard to fight
You'll suffer even if you're named bright
You'll want to go back to being an infant
Forgetting growth is irreversible like in animal and plant
And the wish to walk while crawling
Plus the wish to run while walking
All would become an illusion
And you'll see nothing but confusion
What they couldn't achieve in a lifetime
They want it from you in no time
Now, running to who knows where we became nocturnal birds
To get a rest and some sleep on bed.
We became desperate for love and fame
Which no one could match or tame
Earthlings live, earthlings die
Yet, we want to keep rolling like a die
The struggle never cease
Everyone crying and saying please
Yet, no one is ready to dance to another's tune
Everyone hitting beats with different tones.
The day isn't breaking better
Even though the night took longer
Oh! the struggle continues
And we got stucked between olds and news!!!
©Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Favourite
Fisayomie_Da_Poet
Favourite
Topic: OUR STRUGGLE
OUR STRUGGLE
From inception to the arrival
The fusion of the ovum and sperm was a survival
Even when engulfed by a living body called womb
In a place enclosed like tomb
Striving to survive amidst of blood and water
In a place that is no better
Depending on placenta for nourishment
Not to die before the fulfillment.
Like the drizzling and dropping of rain
You dropped on earth in the midst of agony and pain
Mother screaming at the childbirth
Innocent infant crying to death
At the hands of the veteran nurses
Who cares only about their businesses
What an awful welcome!
In a place you never dream to come.
Growth commences
Time busy at his businesses
Tick-tack non-stop
The race begins non-stop.
Growth continues like that in plant
With less knowledge since one is infant
Pains of hunger without being able to talk
Ants biting without being able to walk
And the struggle continues
When none is actually a news.
Days of rainbows and unicorn horses
Days of sunshine and lollipops of tender roses
Days of sweet fantasies and untamed passion
With maximum love and no condemnation
Days of blue-sky dreams and desire
With maximum attention to admire.
The age of infant got left behind
The environmental care got declined
Difficulty starts raging in the sky
And everyone starts to say goodbye
Teenager is now ready to move
And no one is ready to pave.
Coming to see the world
Which can't be explained with word
Youthful age in the bucket
Yet, one is no perfect.
Creativity taking to her heel
And heart starts to fall ill
Then, cruelty of life sets in
And no one is ready to come in.
More battle in the yard to fight
You'll suffer even if you're named bright
You'll want to go back to being an infant
Forgetting growth is irreversible like in animal and plant
And the wish to walk while crawling
Plus the wish to run while walking
All would become an illusion
And you'll see nothing but confusion
What they couldn't achieve in a lifetime
They want it from you in no time
Now, running to who knows where we became nocturnal birds
To get a rest and some sleep on bed.
We became desperate for love and fame
Which no one could match or tame
Earthlings live, earthlings die
Yet, we want to keep rolling like a die
The struggle never cease
Everyone crying and saying please
Yet, no one is ready to dance to another's tune
Everyone hitting beats with different tones.
The day isn't breaking better
Even though the night took longer
Oh! the struggle continues
And we got stucked between olds and news!!!
©Fisayomie_Da_Poet
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