Friday Night Live (Poem) It’s Friday again, and I’m counting hours Biting every tick like I own…
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“Hail to thy name, O Ghana, To thee, we make our solemn vow: Steadfast to build together…
Dear December, How does it feel to be back after eleven, The number. I kinda miss you,…
What is the true essence of Valentine?… Is it the red roses we give to the ones…