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Is like a pilgrimage of time;
Like a run to the mount
To fetch from the treasury fount.
The depressful miles
That noisily receives
The heavy stamps of the feet.
Of the wandering wayfarer.
I see miles away
Full of depressing haunts.
No rest, no peace a day
As I walk into years I count.
Hot dew I see through the haze
And the scorching rays
That press my dauntless face.
Life is but a depressful mile!
Written by: Justice A. Kessie
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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