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Mind That Counts
Is the earth still on the anchor of nature?
Does what makes a whole still makes parts?
thus says the sluggard
accomplishing no future dipicting success.
Time sprinting like a gazzle
In the eyes of that glutt...
just a risk of a moment
costing Him years.
Acheing to the call of time...
dancing to the tune of just...
striving towards the glare of freedom
raring to go for gold.
Your future is a member of the allegibly accursed criminal of time...
Your future is dipicted by the perciverance of making it in life...
so your acclimitisation towards success vindicates your future...
poem
by
Isaac Taiwo Afuye
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