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  Our love is like the harmattan It comes and goes with seasons Our love is like the harmattan It blows and blows then dies   Our love is like the harmattan Raging for a season and gone the next Our love is like the harmattan Fiercest at night, yet quivering at noon   Our love is like the harmattan Dampened by cold and absence Our love is like the harmattan In need of a stimulant to conquer   Our love is like the harmattan Leaving scars on our tender spots Our love is like the harmattan That leaves us high and dry    
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I want to learn poetry. Who will teach me how to write it? This is really beautiful Chizzy

Chizzy Odilinye

Haha. Tobs since you are a start-up company, can we talk figures?

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