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| Ebele Uche-Nwakile |
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Chapter #: 3
Updated On: 13 September 2005 - Words Count: 88 - Number of Reads: 401 |
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Laroke The First
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Kind, kindred spirit.
Laroke.
I remember seeing you
as a child, an infant
probably in my mother's womb.
You gave me long life
by tracing the line on my palm.
You built a room for yourself
in the place where I dare not let
every Tony, Donald and Harris in.
Laroke.
From your lips comes the gospel
truth as you see it.
Truth that often cages me in.
Truth that always sets me free.
May God give you all
the pleasures of your heart. |
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