Many miles Dedicated to Lawrence-Snr Boga and Anesthetist Many miles went by and we never knew the end thereof. In miles away we saw each other and became dudes for the dues we pay. From nowhere the three musketeers were formed to perform with little sense of purpose. Professionalism was sowed in our blood to the multitudes yet you never saw the end thereof. Many miles have gone when you left the dust to the Ouest perhaps for good. Your feet were grounded in the Colonies yet you never took their tongue but you liked the lass thereof. Ha! SHAW**. Your days were hard, many miles of hurdles yet you crossed all to the cross. In many miles your days were shinning. Many miles you sowed the seed to fruition only you can pluck. Ha! wonder your instinct, wonder your eyes, wonder your thought, wonder your moves, wonder your swag. Woo! your eyes saw the real flower, ha! the real hottest. You kept the love in your heart. Perhaps you knew a life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead, no wonder you watered it and shined the light on it. Many miles have gone and we wondered choice. Perhaps you needed fair for flare, hot for hottie and ice to melt your Isyss. Did you swag help? May be yes! Your bossom is full, blossom in full and glossom in pool. Shine the path and shine your eyes like a diamond. Many miles to come there will be din, dim and dint. Remember to send words to the skies for hies. You got my back dude man and I will still have to pay my dues to the dudes in many more miles. Many more miles. Alas Nana Y. Yaw
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 01:54:47 +0000
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