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Its aroma is alluring
Like the sweet fragrance of the rose
Its colour, inviting
A handful will cause a matchless pose

Behind it is a spirit
The spirit of take, take and take more
You can never have enough of it
Even the richest envy the little in possession of the poor

Little by little, it becomes your deity
The end justifies the means
Little by little, it drives you away from a glorious eternity
While it serves you life like a plate of rice and beans

Its aroma is alluring
Like the sweet fragrance of the rose
Its colour, inviting
A handful will cause a matchless pose

Written by: Oku-ola Paul Abiola

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