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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Okero

In a town where dreams were young and bold,
Lived a man named Okero, weathered and old.
His hands, calloused, told stories of toil,
Yet his heart yearned for more beneath the soil.

Each dawn he'd rise, with the sun's tender kiss,
To earn his bread, not one moment to miss.
Wages, he thought, would bring him the peace,
But his soul longed for a wealth that wouldn't cease.

One day, a whisper of wisdom he'd hear,
Profits, they said, could make everything clear.
With newfound hope, Okero's spirit took flight,
In the world of commerce, he'd find his light.

Through trials and errors, he ventured afar,
His determination brighter than the farthest star.
Through sweat and tears, he built his own stage,
Proving to himself that profits outshine wage.

In the thrill of success, he found his true worth,
Amidst the market's chaos, he'd unearth
A treasure more valuable than he'd known,
Profits that blossomed, like seeds fully sown.

With each passing day, he learned to rejoice,
For profits brought freedom, a sweet-sounding voice.
From the confines of labor, he broke free and soared,
Into a world where Okero's dreams were adored.

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