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WEIrd JumBLE of WoRDs

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SOmeOnE'S WEIrd JumBLE of WoRDs Today I pondered the universe. Today I came to a conclusion. Today I found humanity's greatest gift. I would share it with you but first! Consider man; the apex predator. Top of the food chain in a small planet tucked somewhere in the milky way. We know we are on a timer. For if global warming does not kill us, overpopulation might, and if that doesn't get us an asteroid -big and boisterous might do us in like it did our predecessors; the dinosaurs. If man somehow survives all this then we are certain that sometime in the future, the sun -that bringer of life -would go berserk and implode in a supernovae as all stars do, ending all life in the galaxy. We know this, and yet we do not fear that, we fear aliens?! I beg you to follow me still. Consider a man, one man or a woman maybe. We are on a timer still. We begin to die the moment we are born Drinking water -and yes I mean this literally -kills us. Ever heard the phrase "All systems ...
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The Lion's Throne ( full tales here) don't get too emotional

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Martin Martino: The Lion's Throne ×× prologue ×× Some people are very lucky to have a normal life while some are not. I was a happy little girl living with my family,and just one night change my life forever. I was trained to be an assassin, I was trained hard for that. leagues of Assassin is a place where someone life means nothing A place where power and authority speaks more than words. But I was given a second chance to live. Everyday I struggle to survive. The leagues of assassin live by many principles and rules. Rule number one, never fall in love I was trained to be an hardhearted assassin. Rule number two, never show your weakness to others, because it may be used against you. And rule number three. Kill without mercy. Welcome to leagues of Assassin. {Chapter 1} ANITA'S POV Anita!! Ani!! Oh not again, I said as I stopped playing with my friends to answer my mother's call. Am Anita, by two I would be eighteen years old. Am the only child of my parent. I and my pa...
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The manager

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The Manager Every rising  sun Meets me on the farm Not mine Nor my father's But someone else's Every setting sun Leaves me in a big compound Where I toil not my field Nor my parents But that which  Is for a stranger Thou I'm a man of age I couldn't help but manage I couldn't man age Instead age man me Bossing me to obey it's command I am a famous man For poverty dwells with me Pain is my anchor And bitterness my best friend I am dressed in a robe of penury The crown of poverty adorns me On my hands are bangles of hopelessness Complimenting my beautiful outfit of doom I have no one to look up to But the supreme up above No where to turn to Even a house, I didn't own I eat the delicacies of sorrow Drank the wine of anguish, In a mansion of wretchedness I am king I manage all I have I mean all of nothing I am a manager Who manage his life, A stupendous manger ® Sam Petros
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''Stop Asking People ‘How Was Your Night?’, It Is Wrong English” Heywhy

“Stop Asking People ‘How Was Your Night?’, It Is Wrong English” A mild debate ensued online with the above discourse after someone posted it on social media. The original poster claims that ‘How Was Your Night?’ phrase is a qeustion in English. *Do you know that asking a person “How was your night?” is wrong?* Well, if you didn’t know it until today, get to know with the help of Edward E Onoriode who shared the update on his Facebook wall. I felt it very necessary to spread the word and help people know about it too. Here it is…. as posted by Edward E Onoriode. I attended a IED (Improvise Explosive Device) fusion cell meeting with some US and British EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) experts yesterday to discuss all the IED incidences that had happened within the week across Somalia. At the meeting hall, I saluted one of the British officers ‘Good morning sir’ and he responded back ‘good morning to you ...
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THAT COLD NIGHT

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The wind of affection The breeze of love We are two persons But one soul I am She And she's Me Droplets of water As the cloud cries Happy we are For we would dance in the rain again On a cold calm night Her hands to my shoulder and my hands To her waist As we danced in happiness The Argentine Tangle My lips came closer Aiming for A kiss As she smiled and ran I would get a kiss Only if she gets An ice cream On this cold night She took a penny From my pocket She crossed the road To the ice cream shop In excitation Waiting for my cold kiss As I watch her walk Towards me Bang! A lorry Just hit her Blood all over Her face .she died In my arms On a Cold night © Francisco Jr Francis
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