CAN I MARRY A POETESS?

I have been looking forward through a window All i see is widow Trying to stop the cat from mellowing Because it has swallowed a borrowed garri. Oh! My love is dying like a weak cock Trying to block the entrance from being free Yet, the tree has cracked the clock! You have the ring for my marriage But i'm busy watching the match in the battle ring Trying to see Triple H and Under Taker Trying my position in marriage battle. My poetess is like a golden cabinet Who created a net through a nest But i find it difficult to meet the woman to my chest! Ohhh! My poetess, can i ever marry you?

◄ SECRET BEHIND MY FACE

THE LIVING VOICE **dedicated to my grandmother Late Mrs Nkechi Omelazu** ►

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