Most of us stand on twos
We work with twos
We see with twos
We speak closing and opening twos
We hear on twos
So why can’t we work as a team?
Ever wondered why we can see it all raw
Except our backs?
Maybe it is a puzzle
To see it all
But leave a portion to be seen and well taken care of by some other
The twos need others
So let the one machine in the chest accommodate
And the twos shall smile on end
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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