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SAY CHEESE


A snack of whey and milk mixture

Popularly heard nowadays with a pose

Cherished mostly by those

Who fancy that thing called picture

Gently distanced from a pinhole camera


Benignly bright bristles beneath

With gums so dark and neat

And a few more flesh underneath

Is the home of a smiling teeth

Kept daily and oiled with Olive

Blessed with love and a life to live


Say Cheese, let thy heart at peace

Brush your hair and stand at ease.

Whenever there's photograph to appease,

Turn around, let your worries veer

If possible grab a glass of beer.


Say cheese if you wish 

Roll your tongue like satellite dish

For no matter your beauty

Pixels always make you pretty


Consider the end of the matter,

They say, than the beginning.

Sometimes disagreed with laughter

Yet believers till the end never stop smiling.

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  1. Good job, this is wonderful... I love it

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  2. Good job, this is wonderful... I love it

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  3. MICHEAL TETTEH TERKPER 💯

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  4. The composer of the poem micheal tetteh terkper what a nice piece well done.

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  5. That's stunning, keep it up

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  6. That's stunning, keep it up

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  7. Thank u all for reading. Comeback for more

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