For Writing

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 For writing, I have an unending eager to dance to your tune, take me and walk with me.

May we always remember, may we not forget our prime and its destination.



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Unknown said…
Nice one babe- kadiri Aleakwe Sandra. Kadirialeakwe@gmail.com
November 11, 2020 at 10:20 PM
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