Good morning and happy Thursday! "Aᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ Gᴏᴅ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ᴀᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs

Well, life's like a game. A game of choice. A game none would really teach you how to play -- the rule of the game. Everyone of us play it in different ways. We would only but win or lose. Nothing more;

Sleep come comely with your cooling vibes piping melodically with a quite harp Come and cuddle the sight of my beautiful belle with your cute cap Tap her aura to calm and her sweet-ing spirit to bright

Atmospheres The politics gore via voice Today reek bad Looters yet there ‘N’ rejoice The thieves are Storing wealth in at least Getting’ richer There - dug stores there in unity Up there whilst Here, we

"Nay, ’tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers Ballad us out o’ tune. The quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels.

"The first thing my mother failed to teach me is how not to be contented in life. She understands few English language Proverbs and the one quick to her mouth is 'half a bread is better than no

The dream dreamt during the last nap Was so infuriating as of a pea-brained pestering pig To sit with in the selfsame seat I hobbled forwards from my far away facade The swagger was neither salty nor sinful

They are, there are two-some of all beings being There and here there are of cause, there are There are; the good and there, the gross They are, as there are miniondoms, are kings' king As there goes the

They are, there are two-some of all beings being There and here there are of cause, there are There are; the good and there, the gross They are, as there are miniondoms, are kings' king As there goes the

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I have seen people cry before but not this kind of cry's I have seen people brutalised before but not this kind of brutality I have learnt of effusion of inhumane jackbootings but nought this sort I have

Suppurating sore of the soul so he doesn't mind as the flow's sore, sharp and biting on And pains of the soul and ones sourced of the spirit's come out poof on the facial floor so crimson and in loss Oh!

Something unseen Clean Came cristal clear to the scene An always thing The release What is this The goggles The defaults Groatesque, deux ex machinas They are helping angels Belzebub don't help in the

The day we die, eyes will cry (tho' some mouths might smile, grin) Shrieking - why, why, why... die! The same would come together reason, disagree n' agree together To pack the dead… ehn, the dirt so we

A troubled dam that makes a noisy noise one with bigger billows of oceans Then quiver the plastic toy that need to make a straight shot A straight snipe shot a-range be the target but in the stead the

Acrostic Get one ackee blown As poison can sweeten Get the secrets out soon Gun's in the hand's power Eggs spoilt taken curse's the mood Doom's day's in any hour Mouth's in horror's vomit'd habitude On

Life's GREATER THAN less than As only two things can kill a MAN If not DEATH it is a WOMAN 😁😘 Nothing else is other than. Interpretation If we would try and be honest, we would see that throughout the

If say respect then resource can't wear a reject and if say time none nine life can sing off its rhyme as we could keep to argue froward or wise and in that course One who's stained until crimson of human

One of the things we don't have in AFRICA other CONTINENTS can afford is APPRECIATION. Wherever you see a booming INNOVATION there's APPRECIATION beside it. In Africa, the little most of our neighbours

White garment nurses who are so hot n' young in their dark and light complexions on very fast tongue Flow past my seat n' see 'em doing fashion parade I could practically count the numbers of their teensies