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O Amon – Oletu Oghenenyore C. (Nyore Note).
O Amon,I desire you to smile for meCrouching in my arm like an eggIn a nest, cackling to my faceWhile the sun passes byTo roost. My garden is barrenThe first I cultured didn’t blossomBad soil, no manure, and light. & you, but I fearIf another farmer has come earlier.Am jealous Read more