Writers' Digital Briefcase
Our giggles by the bicycle gladden my heart My sweetie, you even smell nice
It is the most magnificent sense about a sole smirk.
.....Tell my people The hawk is not Flying for hen's Protection only Her chick she Seek for gain.
Read my words right, seek explanations, ask questions
Dear Lord, let our smiles be truly true
I am what I am.
How Pius are you? And this would be measure by your commitment to Nigeria;
Poets are priests.
Do not envy, for not all fabrics fit for all.
Your kind of person is priceless.