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Sunday Morning Blues – a poem by Pastor Alfred

The Sun rays slowly crawls through my window/
It kisses my closed eyelids with Gusto/
My eyes roll open like a hand of Ludo/
I stretch Good Morning like I’m practising Judo/…

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  • “People Always Condemn Pastors For Taking Donations, So I Started My Own Group Of Companies & Fund My Ministry Myself. I Don’t Take Donations.” – Pastor Alfred.