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I saw a hanny Rosy Rose.
More sweeter than the Honey comb.
I do see Rosy Roses But this Hanny Rosy Rose
Smelled out the fragrance of a strange
Beautiful Rose.
I saw a Hanny Rosy Rose
That is more sweeter than Honey comb.
In the tunnel of my darkness
I saw the smoke that light-up my faith.
I saw a Hanny Rosy Rose.
That is sweeter than Honey comb.
The pregnant Rosy Hanny Rose
Came with four sweeter Roses.
The first, like the mother hen.
That shade the chick and hen from hawk.
Walahi! I saw a Rosy Hanny Rose.
I desired to knot down and take to Jannah.
But she left to Levant and cause.
Me, leukaemia of the heart.
– A. Abdullahi
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