POERTY INVOICE QUOTES ELEVEN

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POETRY INVOICE📝
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES ELEVEN

Submitted Writers:
prince joe
Judiasky
Young prince
Ayodeji
Ibnmudeer
Sir.patrick
Emperor Xela
Dkings
Chosen star
Undiluted poet

Quote:
"Fate is a named word of God"

(Prince joe)
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"Not all stories are meant to end, some become histories that were never told"

(Undiluted Poet)
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"The birth of man is the beginning of his end.
The end which links to the beginning of a new life.
New life; a function of the journey between Begin and end".

(Young prince)
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"Greatness start with vision and focus"

(Chosen Star)
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" A cripple man do not get killed in a divulged war"

(Judiasky)
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"A man without vision, purpose and focus will only live to tell the success of others"

(Dkings)
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"Life has no fixed structure; it always turns out the way one views it"

(emperor xela)
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"Idea is the sure dam that generates money not the other way"

-(cc_ayodeji)
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Quote:

"Nature never created borders,  human mind does"

(Ibnmudeer)
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"It is difficult advising people on matters they are supposed to be experts on because they believe they know better"

(sir.Patrick)

🔰TOP TWO QUOTES OF THE WEEK🔰

2⃣QUOTE:
Nature never created borders,  human mind does".

(Ibnmudeer)

1⃣QUOTE:
"Not all stories are meant to end, some become histories that were never told".

(Undiluted Poet)

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Prince joe.

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