Like a ghost in the night
Like a witch in flight
Like a child in fright
And like zenith on height
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Like a babe in tight
Like the Sunnis and shiites
Like the Nigerian plight
Like the cargoes in freight
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Like the gods in might
Like a city through blight
Like the klitchkos in fight
Like the flying of kite
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Like the speed of light
Like a thief in the night
Like the blind man’s sight
Like Kilimanjaro’s height
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I have gone through shites
I have been on awesome heights
But whatever my present plight
The future, surely is bright
Reflections on metaphysics I can be found here
‘Lanre Bucknor had a tough time naming this set of rhymes such that this lies fallow for long in his note pad. This started playfully but ended up making sense or maybe not.
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Rhymes, and rhymes…and I love it
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Lovely on dear