Gold In The Miry Clay By Bello Oluwasegun

Who would have known it to be the quest for the day? For we let our eyes look astray That we knew the end from the beginning Now,let the games begin Our criticism was muddy enough to match our fear But how true the instincts of Joshua were So sure were caleb's urge But it was not too late to to quit like a wench Launching ourselves out to the muddy pool We beheld not beyond our myopic spectacle As a denouement and to attest to our myopic gay They presented in speech,"the gold in the miry clay" -Baylow

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