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A Shebang teacher of this era, Fulfilling aspirations of a teller, And yet a parodying book seller, With the charisma of a self lover. Beautifully blessed beyond betrayal, Expensively exposing beyond reach, Her beautifully breasted chest, Not intended to put us to the test. With the posing effect of smiley face, She may leave a trace, Of both charm and harm, And a feel of love perusal  She's not just killing us, It's the tease she has, That though she we desire, We appear not in her list of require. This cardiac strain on her admirals, Who she had quarantined, Not just as friends-in-need, But brothers indeed, Arrested and killed me too.

And so in those days, Many people knew not Jesus' ways, Of speaking poetically in parables. Judas also misconstrued the principles. On their first tour in Africa, Jesus asked each of the twelve, I mean the disciples including Peter. "Take a stone each and follow me"  James grabbed two rocks, While Judas picked a pebble. Everyone kept his in stock, Judas hid it in his socks. Southwards from Antioch, They camped in Sudan. When Jesus began turning everyone's stone into bread, Judas then had his hands on his head. Learning his first lesson in vain, Judas tied four big stones this time to his gain, For Jesus had commanded again, And they sojourned to Lome. "We must take rest for we've miles to go" John pleaded. "Yes, we're hungry" Judas added. "Let's sit and rest on our stones" said Jesus. Thus Judas took this offense to book, Blaming Jesus for the wrong steps he took. Thus how Jesus betrayed Judas.

Whatever we live for Be it pun or euphemism Perhaps a mere metaphor No matter one's fetishism  Nothing is worth dying for The hay we make even on holiday  And the hive we craft per se  Will definitely pay off someday  Maybe not immediately But most definitely So when the season comes Faithful enough to arouse few smiles Just as our sun dawns  To light our path over miles  That we too can walk on tiles We pose again to gaze  Not at our land full of maize Nor the properties we've made But to render praise  For that free trade; Of breath without buying oxygen And bread albeit, from heaven.

Football we know is played not with our balls but rather with the feet. However only those with bigger balls are deemed to be game fit. This is how INAKI WILLIAMS ARTHUER has been discribed as he made a U turn to come back home.  After series and months of speculation, the 28 years old Spanish but Ghana born forward has to give back to society.  The brothers have decided to contribute to their motherland by accepting to help Ghana win the 2022 FIFA WORLD CUP.

Indeed this world has a lot, More beauty and pleasure.  If only we had the slot, To keep all the treasure, We'll freeze at the same spot, Just as the wife of Lot. Beautiful are the pictures we paint, Not because we are more saint, But our regard to humanity, Has testified to our true beauty, That we too can be perfect wives. Is there anyone of good report, With character to support, Is there a woman of comport, With a sense of purpose? Distance really frays vision So hey, draw nigher Come, come over For there's a good person you might be missing.