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Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Unaware of the impending fall The safety it proffered was sham and fake Indifference is another form of cake to bake Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall On its shoulders he felt tall "Play safe" seemed a wise choice to make Unaware he's close to the sun thus will make him blake Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Like a miniature on a merchant's stall When not tended, it will be covered in dirt's flake Then pile up till it comes to that point it will eventually break

Quiet and hush No need to rush Laze and wallow, nature is plush Blue as the shade of a beautiful dream Calm as a deep sleeping beast Silent as a calm quiet sea Breathe the freshness of fresh The lingering sweet notes of nature's jazz Cleanse your mind of man made maze Beauty is asleep Snoring an awesome Orchestra Farting France's most beautiful fragrance Painting the most exotic portrait Dreaming the most beautiful movie Just watch her and learn how beauty is spelt.                                                                Thomas Tee2 emm Bot

The political clouds were gathering. Stones kept flying back and forth the glass house in a fierce blame game. Orchestrated breeze threatening to blow open the fowl's ' nyash '. Reason had been long jettisoned. "I will make life better for all and it will no longer be business as usual" Kachalla kept saying again and again, like a very short song on replay and it seemed to have strung the right note in the people's hearts. The incumbent, Mr Flawed, on the other hand seemed to be solaced in the comfort and the might of the palace. All cards played, ponds sacrificed, a few knights and rouges lost and the game won, now the clouds are matured, the storms are raging, market prices are lightening. The storm still rising. Tee2emm

I did I do And I always will. In all of a rose’s pride It will never forget the thorns underneath its neck We know the  mountains we’ve had to surmount That’s how we know how to bask in our sunrise We gave up self to establish a team Our cup of bliss doesn’t seem to have a brim. I did I do And I always will It has not been a cruise, it is a voyage Yes, we have sailed through its calm and storms It is amazing how our uneven fingers fit It’s like the confluence where fit and unfit meet. I did I do And I always will It has been a journey blessed with many tomorrows Though graced by the same sun, yet, each very peculiar Perfect and precise notes may mess up a song The accidentals have a weird way of adding to its beauty This is a dance but the song is solely made for two This song no one would understand except me and you. I did I do And I always will We are two wings of the same bird We both must flap to fly. It has been a year brightened by your smile...

These two roads lead to the same destination The chaos is in the decision Sadly, you can only try But you can’t tread both paths simultaneously Both left and right are right Caught up in two bright lights Here I stand facing my fears Still unsure as my faith wears It is both black and white It begs to stay as well as flight Two bowls of soup by different chefs The tongue is dragged in a fierce contest Choosing isn’t a choice to choose There are battles we must never lose But this time the battles are two And the tools for the fight are few I fear some notes in this song are wrong Yet their hold on the heart is strong These two roads lead to the same destination The chaos is in the decision #ThomasTee2emmBot

Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Our mother still cherish the cloth you brought her. To the right you stood bold and brave While her shattered soul you bound together Having you, she has lost count of what she used to have. Your mind has left and indelible footprint, Goliad's foot may not even fit. To our foul breaths you brought mint. Try as many times as you breathe, dead will make you quit So the books of tomorrow will elaborate your hint. If Messiahs don't come from Judah alone, Africa has surely seen one. You may be gone but our thoughts will keep your clone Burning, white and pure like a baby swan The yield of your labour we now own. Be proud enough to dance in your grave, Like the feet of a freed slave. Be proud enough to dance in your grave For what you fought for, we now have. Thomas Tee2emm Bot