by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Sleep, Sleep, My Sweet One Sleep
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How Sad, How Sad
14 Jan 12:07
Good idea. Time flows like rive where as second, minute, hour, day, week and month are the tools to demarcate that flow. You have an amazing style and expression. Thanks, Emmanuel.