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The heart evicts her denizen
When the voice becomes a litany
The swaying leaves lose their rhythm
The hunter only hunts his bait
From its shell, detaches the snail
The ground trembles
As the couple rumble
Everything goes wrong
Everybody mourns
Life loses her savour
Like sauce lacking flavour
You get a piteous sight
You cry out in fright
But if only you had
Paid attention to the presage
The heart would have been joyful
Peaceful and delightful
It would have been rightly shepherded
It would have accommodated
The true dweller
The one who lingers forever
Written by: Abdulrasheed Dawodu
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