In this our idle generation of whiners We have so many boastless doers Sheltering saplings in our forest Daily, their leaves they invest I see Olumide Olulu Holloway Lights word-candles...
BUNI YADI: i. Ill winds blowing From the house of imp Has shared the fire To castles in your estate. Landmark of fortresses May be forgotten before Souls sanctioned reaches...
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