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    Lead me to where the lilies grow When happy leaves have fallen down, When cold and creeping frost lies low These dreary moonbeams drip below To nature unclothed, bared and brown, So lead me to where the blackthorns grow When harvest season's honeyed glow Away the wintry wind has blown, T...
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    So oft, my cruel misfortune mirrors myth, My plotted course a travesty of tale Where glory, peaked, declines in shame forthwith And worthy quests for greatness surely fail. I hie as though I cast the costing glance On Fair enlivened ere she crossed to light. And ever shall I suffer, fo...
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    it never changes, how winter stalks in, the way overcast skies sweep over the sun and all her radiance, then leave a frozen moon to hang blankly, silently, over grey, crusted snow. years die, only to be born again in the same icy monotony, flakes falling indifferently to sta...
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    I’m from the hot, humid air of Badagry, from dusty dirtroads and sweltering sun. From jollof rice every night, tucked-away tears, and the purity of tiled floors. Palm trees looming, this is where I’m from – from the Reverends and wooden pews, you know, the scent of sweat and starch...

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