Goodnight Good day....
Life stood waiting for poor Death to strike, while good was showing his goodness once more... It was till then that sun got tired of his best performance in shining bright that he bowed to set... Night striked for his presence forcing day to ab'sent himself,for he was life and Death has won once more.
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Am still alive and kicking, one day I shall make a come back
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