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Submitted:Jan 25, 2013 Reads: 8 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
We only see the log in their occuli
And rain arrows at our enemies
God does not play dice!
Lame we lay inordinati
Like holidays on a Sunday
Unknown in my modus operandi
Since I am just another pinky.
Anatómico numero, you say?
Then let the lesser weigh
Take me like a royal hemerocallis
For, I am your digiti minimi.
By :Tutuola michael
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