http://slow.writerscafe.org/emmyzadd The original writings of author emmy bon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024955 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All around me are unfamiliar crisis Hidden casesDug out carcassesLiving d life of anotherHell on earthWishing I didn't get to see tomorrowSleepless night is part of me nowSlept on the wrong side of bedThink I woke up next to devilKind of funnyBut I feel empty and uselessT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1598055/ Many are landlords in the CEMETRY,many are tenants in the MORTUARY,many are candidates of OBITUARY.But we are here, still worshiping in HisSANCTUARY,He has been keeping us since JANUARY,His good news filled up our DIARY,He's doing all these without collecting a SALARY.He's indeed an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1555694/ Am here I brought my self thoughIts no going backIts a clarion callA call to obeyA call to serve Under the sun orIn the rainNigeria my countryNigeria I serve http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1445633/ Knowledge is lightIgnorance is darknessEducation confers knowledgeAnd knowledge is powerEducation is the greatest legacyAny worthwhile generation canBequeath to its posteritySeek first then the kingdom of educationAxe down first the timber of illiteracyWage th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1226729/ to him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1224813/ in a world slowly fading, let's try peace, and achieve a vision of how we should be living as brothers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1222527/ the great heights reached and kept by noblemenwere not attained at a sudden flightbut they, while their companions sleptkept on toiling through the nightthe bottom is densethe top is sparsestrive hard for the great heightsand join the noblemen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1220395/ While not away your youthful morningattend to your my dear friendit's hard work that promotes a manif you have none to learn on if your confidence in man is betrayedengage your trust in hard workfor time flies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmyzadd/1212506/ so now what? except to give him praise its yet another month, the last of year 2012. special December, not like of last it has five Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays. which only happens every 824 years. you live to see the next like this every 824 years who will live to see the next? 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