Gone, To Get Dusted

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So her season arrived when she came a natural

Gorgeous copious joyful Eunice Titilayo Ogunleye

Grew a ripened, fruity, gusty and jokey cynosure

Her years clocking; mate, kids and kin she amassed

Deaconess Christiana Olomola she now has passed

Her time as her deeds, as will all, done and dusted.

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Her transiting rips our guts, whipping with whys

Searching like by children answers self-evidential:

 For as spells are times like what else come as go;

To the Beings, death was made to season of birth

To plants; time to sow, plough as portion to pluck

As times with her brought laughter so now tears

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Up from this sink and stab we must dust and dab

For bewails in howls and hues was not her thing.