Early in the morning I lay down the street Waiting for daily bread, From those I'd greet, And those I'd beg. The dreaded smile of the sun And the terrible strokes of the rain, Embraces me day and night, Caressing my heavy soul, Because I am a BEGGAR. I am Emmanuel. ©2017.
Itunu, For months the T-junction has been our confluence, Where I plead with much persistence, Hoping one day you'll say yes, A...
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