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FAIRYTALE




This is a story of the odyssey 
Who had tongues without mute
Remotely controlled by a minute
Iota of a heresey 

Information although is good
Must be taken out of data
Either from an old book
Or one's own adventure

So whenever we saw him come
Each of us expected some
Kind of education of a sort
And we did have what we sought

But come what may 
In case your mind no dey
After every lengthy speech
A contract was there to breach

A lie to be told alas 
With a bit of truth perhaps   
So anytime you enjoy listening 
Remember, man no dey chop stories! 

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