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If the story of two ‘negro’ men owning their own banks and private property in Jim Crow white America doesn’t inspire you, I don’t know what else will .Like many of my movie reviews in the past, I will like to state that this is not a paid sponsorship, although I wish it were. If you’re like me who has attempted to read ‘the Richest Man In Babylon’ for the umpteenth time but to avail, this movie will be a good Biz 101 course for you.

Inspired by true events, but almost too good to be true, The Banker follows the life of the main character Bernard Garrett played by Anthony Mackie who was raised in Texas shining the shoes of racist white folk. By Eavesdropping on the conversations of bankers and investors, he taught himself the art or rather the business of real estate and investment banking. With grit and determination for a better life for himself and his family, he left the Lone star state to the city of angels. However, even in the city of angels, the devil still lives at large. Sleeping in the ‘shed’ of his bother-in-law and struggling to pay rent, it wasn’t exactly how he imagined life would be. Sooner than later, hope comes to the rescue when he meets Patrick Baker, played by Colm Meaney who will serve as his guarantor enabling him to obtain loans to purchase and develop real estate. The success he recorded with Mr. Baker will be short lived. After the death of his partner, issues arising from ownership of the real estate will threaten his miniature empire. Left with no options, he turns to Joe Morris played by The Samuel L. Jackson who although had all the attributes of a playboy will prove very valuable in providing capital and valuable lessons to their new recruit- a white boy who hitherto had no business experience. The black duo will train their prodigy; Matt Steiner to help them acquire the Banker’s building- the largest commercial property in the business district of Los Angeles. What their apprentice lacked in complex algebra he made up with a photographic memory. Their business model will be hinged on the brain of two Negroes with the face of a white lad.

The American dream affirms that irrespective of race, religion or gender, with a little luck and a ton of hard work, anybody can rise to be somebody in Gods own country. But when you’re a black man in America with a skin rich in melanin, that dream feels more like a nightmare. Against the advice of his family and business, Bernard Garrett returns to the Lone state to acquire the Mainland bank of Texas. With this acquisition, the Black owned bank gave loans to local black businesses. However,owning one bank was not enough, the duo together with their white apprentice will acquire another bank and purchase at least 177 buildings. Luck will run out on them when red necks in Texas tipped by the son of the former owner of the bank where shocked to find out their money was given as loans to black folk. It was clear to see that Bernard’s upbringing meant business was more than turnovers and profit. It was his way of fighting back a cruel and unjust system designed to keep men of colour from flourishing. His crusade will land him in trouble with the Banking regulators. As with all great undertakings,he will pay a huge price for his audacious courage.

In a swift turn of events, the trio will find themselves testifying before the United States congress. But instead of compromising their integrity for immunity, the black duo accepted to go serve three years in federal Prison .Their properties were confiscated by the government and they lost ownership of their banks.

Throughout the George Nolfi directed movie, Bernard Garrett uses his influence as a real estate developer and later as a banker to empower his race. His bravery blurred the lines of segregation between white and black neighborhoods in California. Three years after their testimony, the senate passed the Fair housing Act of 1968 making it illegal to refuse to sell or rent property on basis of race, religion or gender.
At a time when there is a lot of visual blasphemy in the name of entertainment and assault on good content, films like The Banker though in a long line of black American struggle movies, not only highlights the struggle of been a black business owner in the 1950s but also the risks involved. The movie may not wet your eyeballs like Selma or Twelve years a Slave but it will certainly make you to reflect and appreciate the power of small beginnings. For lovers of Jexi or Jumanji, it might be a struggle to enjoy the 2 hours of this potential Oscar contender without skipping scenes.
This is the movie for those starting out in life and in business; faced with a mountain of challenges. The choice of Samuel L. Jackson as one of the leading actors proves with no doubt why Jackson is revered in Hollywood. He lightens the scenes with jokes and witty quotes tricking the mind of the audience; letting out the suspense with an equal amount of laughter. Fans will gladly use these lines to woo a lady or try with little effort to sound woke!
Throughout the movie, the power of having a partner as a wife instead of a vassal is accentuated. Eunice, the wife of Garrett continues to admonish and support her husband through the high and lows of his career while raising their son.
We are reminded albeit through the lens of cinema that even a shoe shiner can rise from the bottom to polish the life of his fellow man when driven by conviction. It offers a message of hope-that the man who is rejected at the front door with enough gusto can return to buy the damn building. Black history month may have come and gone, but the lessons in this movie will keep the budding entrepreneur and indeed any person with a knack for good movies pressing the replay button a few times; not only for the business tips but also for the wit and charm disguised in tailored suits , Cuban cigars and Irish whiskey.

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

For Scalpeldiary.

21st March,2020

At the time when the Sun bows to the moon..
And the stars come out to play
When the world is quiet and finally silent..
And mortal men bow to the spell of sleep..
I stay up listening to the sound of silence..
I try in vain to see through darkness what light couldn’t reveal..
I look through my window into the hallow of empty space..
I wonder if there are ghosts hiding behind the trees..
And if my guardian angel is ever present with me..
I look at the skies for any signs..
I look at the past for any scars..
I look at my life and question my plans..
Sleep can’t be the only portal for dreams..
I am wide awake as I watch life unfold..
I see the moment the curtains of night are drawn by the morning..
I watch the stars vanish with their wishes
I watch as the blindfold is lifted from the face of the sun..
And I am just glad I am still here to tell the story.

Joy comes in the morning,but that’s usually before the 6a.m news. It was breaking news for a right reason,because it always did break our hearts. It was easy to see that in God’s beautiful earth,the problems were not active volcanoes or wild beasts but humans who are apparently the sanest animals. God is really merciful and patient listening to all the complains we render everyday. Every headline becomes a prayer point and even though I hate to admit it ,sometimes I feel like I am on the same lists with the corrupt politicians, the Bokoharam terrorists and the cheating boyfriends.

It is really hard living in this country. As soon as you leave the room the problems follow you everywhere you go and MTN charges you for a motivational quote you don’t need. My mailbox is filled with petitions to append my signature to stop evil. I sign a few with a little hope,praying that my signature with those of a few thousand will make a difference somewhere somehow. The story is no different on the street. My people have become so used to violence. They’ve seen blood flow more than water from their corrugated taps .They’ve witness their neighbors burn like suya and their fellow humans butchered like cows. Forget what the statistics say, we are all depressed in this country. We judge the ones who try to slit their wrists while holding a knife in our hands. We mock the weak like the cowards we are behind fake happiness. It is truly a dangerous thing when men think they can fight for God or against God.And we all claim to love God-those who pray to the East and those who believe in his Son-Jesus Christ.
The courts don’t really serve justice ,so the jungle can burn a hungry man who steals a morsel of bread and shout Baba to politicians cum slave masters. It is getting harder and harder to be a Nigerian.

History is about to repeat itself in a bizarre way. About 400 years ago,the white man came and took away our ancestors and made them slaves, yet in this present age their heirs return willingly to the sons of their former slave masters. But what choice do they children of the dark continent have? To slave for the white man or his fellow black man? Sometimes I wonder if the human condition is self imposed or is just the end of the times. Either ways ,tonight as I lay me down to sleep,I have a lot of dreams,and I don’t mind if a few nightmares .I’ll pray the Lord my soul to keep and if I breath my last before the beautiful break of dawn I hope heaven is my resting place. I can’t live in hell all over again!

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

11the February,2020!

How am I suppose to just sit here and pretend like I don’t miss you?

Like my mind doesn’t roam and imagine us in Paris?

How I am suppose to pretend that I never had trance of you in a Vera Wang ,reading vows in the South of France?

I can’t pretend no more..
Cos clearly dawn doesn’t break unless you’re awake …

I was your dream, and somehow became your nightmare.

Now you dread the dark,the very thought of sleep.

Is rather unfortunate I know how to keep a secret,but couldn’t keep you.

You should be my greatest secret and my biggest discovery.

You were my biggest fan even on the days I didn’t show up.

You give meaning to my words,
and colours to these flowers.

The things I should’ve said…

I swallow shame better than I do pride.

I gamble love and lose every time.

My version of truth is usually a lie.

Tales from a broken man in love with a wholesome one.

Have I been marked, or is just some human plague?.

That we hurt the ones we love and love the ones that feed us pain.

I can never understand mankind.
I live in daily fear of making an error thrice

I regret the day you gave me your heart and I took a slice.

I can only ask for forgiveness to become more human

Cos if God is love,I can’t imagine a human without it.

Parkwat Walkyes Parky
9th January, 2020

Dear Santa Claus,

Compliments of the season, I hope this meets you well. I reckon my letter is among a million you’d received already, but hey! a boy can wish, can’t he? Christmas across the Atlantic is different just in case you’re wondering. We don’t have snow, only a dry and gusty wind; our own version of winter. I don’t know why you don’t visit Africa. We only see Father Christmas and we are not sure if you sent him. He is a dark man with white beards and his pot belly moves in a strange way. He wears dark googles over his eyes-you’d think he was blind. There are hardly enough gifts for the children and he leaves too early.
Could you put Nigeria in your bucket list this year? We will be glad to have you. I know you’re scared someone may slaughter you reindeers for Christmas meat or stop you at the border since it has been closed for months. It’s a legitimate concern, but understand our situation too. Bring your touch light with you, it might be dark when you arrive. Don’t forget to come with bags of rice too, the one we have here is expensive and it can’t be Christmas without white rice.

A lot of my friends didn’t go to church last Christmas.They didn’t have new clothes to attend the birthday of Jesus the King. I don’t want that to happen this year. Bring tons of clothes, shoes and scarfs with you. Give some to the kids in the Children’s hospital and let drop some at the IDP camps too.

Last year, you were rather too big, and it seems you’re fast outgrowing your clothes. I don’t want to say you’re fat, but my English teacher said you could lose some weight. She said it is good for your health. Any ways we are waiting to see you this Christmas. Don’t keep us waiting for too long. See you soon!

16th December,2019.

In those rare moments when you’re alone in your room and you finally get a hold of yourself. You’re still sitting on the toilet seat long after you’ve emptied your bowels -cos you’ve to clear your mind as well. You realise how quickly the day went by and you’re trying to remember if you said your morning prayers and at the same time reminding yourself not to skip the night prayers cos you actually forgot to talk with Abba Father in the morning. It can be hard to be human sometimes…
With life throwing lemons at you when you asked for apples. Like me you’ll want to make lemonade, but sometimes is not that easy. You write a test and the best you can ask for is an average score. You’re are not sure if you’ve lost your faith or your sanity. Deadlines are missed,you even forget to change the sheets- again? .In the midst of it all, you remind yourself of the decisions you made -to sacrifice today for tomorrow. To seek your own gold even if you came to the world licking a silver spoon. Decisions are not what wears out the soul or dull the senses; is the consequence of the things that lies unknown.

-Parkwat Walkyes.
14th November, 2019

We wake up in the morning,only to go back to bed.

Cos we spent the night counting stars.

Framing stories of our future in the dark.
Spoke into the fire hoping it will burn our past.
Poured out the wine on each other in hopes that it will wash the guilt away.
Slept by the sea, to feel what it means to be free again.
Cos Its been a lot of false hood wrapped in promises.
Wishes upon innocent candles that turn to wax.
We’ve all fallen in love in obedience to gravity,only to become tragedies.
The good things never really lasting and the bad things calling for our names.
In the delicate affairs of our hearts we’ve severed the sacred things.
In the balance of time and chance,
We will fan the embers of love again.
We will dance the song of lovers
We will love,we will hurt
But we’ll not hate.
We will fight,we’ll bruise
But we’ll heal.
We will lose ,we will cry.
But we’ll learn
Because life is not perfect, but love is.

Parkwat Walkyes
12th November, 2019

Since I was a kid, I’ve always wondered why I had to wear my oversized blue and white check shirt over a blue shorts to school. As if that wasn’t enough, Mama made sure the tailor made them extra-large so I could “grow in them”. I always thought to myself ‘why can’t I wear my Christmas clothes to school’? why can’t I wear personal clothing like the kids in the Hollywood movies? I could see myself looking lit in my ‘hummer jean’ which was already a “national anthem” for the ’90 kids. However , my hate for uniforms didn’t stem from that the fact that the uniforms did not fit well or that my crush had to endure seeing me in the same clothes five times a week.
Throughout the globe professionals wear outfits that distinguish them from other people. It is regarded as a symbol of professionalism and loyalty. From soldiers to doctors, and even lawyers ,are recognized by the uniforms they wear. It is so important that even in death, some are cloaked in their uniforms. Uniformed men and women, especially the security agencies such as the Nigerian army and police are supposed to protect the citizens from danger both foreign and domestic, however the reverse is the case.
The social media space and the print media has awashed with several trends and calls for an end to Special Anti-robbery Squad known for short as SARS. A day hardly passes by without reports of harassment by the ‘Olopa’, or men of the Nigerian Army. While we can agree that the activities of ‘yahoo boys’ is alarming and must be stopped, it is dumb and outright foolish to harass any one on the street with a bag pack or an iphone. Young men have to disguise themselves to go around town. If you’re fortunate or unfortunate to have modern electronic gadgets then they might question why you have an afro or why you decided to grow a beard. They bully and even extort money from their victims before they’re released. Lives have been lost in such confrontations and It is unfortunate that while we protect ourselves from kidnappers, arm robbers, Edo pilots and village people, we now have to protect ourselves from even the law enforcement agencies! . From the high ways to the street corners , the sight of a policeman or soldier is sore reminder that things could go wrong very quickly. Calls from Nigerians, human right groups to stop this ugly trend and reform the police and the army have all fallen on deaf ears. And despite the increase in the number of police officers and improved take home pay, the problem of extortion and bribery still persists.
The Nigerian Army on the other hand, have come to equity but with bloody hands. Recent clashes between the army and protesting members of the Islamic movement of Nigeria (IMN) calling for the release of their leader,Shiek Ibrahim Zakzaky has left many death and scores injured.While these are hard times for the Nigerian army who have been in a quagmire with Islamic terrorist in the North East, pouring their frustration on ordinary Nigerians is not the way out. Blatant disregard for court orders makes one to wonder if the army is loyal to the state. Controversial operations in the Southern part of the country, since the early part of the year has been criticized and seem to be targeted against lawful Nigerians and a means to create unnecessary tension in region. Recently, the Nigerian army has said it will conduct an exercise code named; Operation Positive Identity, which it claims is to capture fleeing book haram terrorists. However, this raises a few questions;

1.Why is this coming at a time when the Kogi governorship election is at hand?

2.What will they use to authenticate the identification cards carried by Nigerians?

3.Considering our population of about 200 million people,why is the Nigerian army bent on carrying out this operation despite the fact that only about 30m National Identity cards have been issued?

4.Why is the Nigerian Army divulging sensitive information which may alert the terrorists to continue hiding in their enclaves and jeopardize ongoing military operations?

The crux of the issue still remains that our law enforcement agencies need a total overhaul and reorientation about their job description, rules of engagement and professional conduct. Nigeria is a country where you go to bed a pessimist and wake up a better pessimist. The police claim to be your friend but treat you like an enemy. The soldiers at check points steer fear more than the area agberos . The Christians have casted everything in the Lords name to the point of using it in vain.As Nigerians we must begin to understand that not all our problems are spiritual. We must never be bullied into silence. We must rise up as one people and hold our security agents accountable. Let us demand for better representation from those we have chosen to lead us. Like every Nigerian ,I want to believe that ‘las las we go dey ok’, but how many more years till we get to ‘las las’ ?

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

November 3rd,2019.

BIO DATA
NAME: NIGERIA
AGE: 59 YEARS
SEX:…
TRIBE: MORE THAN 360 TRIBES
RELIGION: CHRISTIAN /ISLAM/ AFRICAN TRADITIONAL RELIGION
OCCUPATIO N:…
MARITAL SATUS:…
ADDRESS: WEST AFRICA 9.08200 N,8.6753OE

PRESENTING COMPLAIN
Country presented with 59 years history of corruption and looting, 20 years history of kleptocracy and about 10years history of terrorism.

HISTORY OF PRESENTING COMPLAIN
The country was in its usual state of affairs until 1st October 1960, when it got its independence from Britain. The country started experiencing signs and symptoms of a fragile state as evidenced by corruption in high and low places, nepotism, bribery, ethnocentrism and religious intolerance.These problems were sudden in onset and radiated to all the regions of the country. This continued for 6 years and It was severe enough to prompt some officers of the Nigerian military to seek a different intervention in January of 1966 by way of a bloody coup d’etat leading to the death of top politicians and senior ranking military officers. The organs of government failed and the country’s prescription manual (The constitution) was suspended and not adhered to. The intervention lasted only two days and did not seem to bring any lasting relief and resulted in more adverse reactions and idiosyncratic reactions not experienced by other countries. Six months after the failed intervention, another bloody counter coup known as the ‘July rematach’ was led by Lt.Colonel Murtala Muhammed which resulted in the killing of Nigeria’s first military head of state General Johnson Aguiyi-Ironsi.The country seemed to be on the path of recovery,but that will be short lived as a civil war will ensue a year later.The civil war lasted 3 years and exacerbated the problems of the country further.After the civil war which some critics considered a progrom, an estimated 100,000 military men had lost their lives and about 2million Biafrans died of starvation. The war was supposed to keep Nigeria one,however the price for unity is expensive and we are still counting the cost till date.
Nigeria continued on the path of political uncertainties until 1999,when the rule of democracy returned. Abraham Lincoln defined democracy as the government of the people ,by the people and for the people,but Fela saw it different. In our own context it was democrazy- “demonstration of craze” or Kleptocracy to be fancy.For about 20 years now, the politics of the country has been fairly stable albeit the corruption that characterized the first and second republic still reigns supreme. Every four years since 1999,we vote and go home not sure whether we chose our leaders or they are selected for us.The democrazy we practice has associated religious crisis, institutionalized corruption, poor infrastructure, kidnapping, ritual killings , disrespect for human rights, unemployment and a comatose public sector.However, there is no recent history of coup de’tats, no approval of homosexuality and no revolutions-for now.
The country currently has a history of terrorism which started about 10 years ago precipitated by the killing of Yusuf Mohammed in 2009 in Maiduguri who founded the ‘boko haram’ sect in 2002.His death led to the emergence of Abubakar Shekau who like the proverbial cat with 9 lives always turns up alive after claims of his death by the Nigerian Army. The group which initially targeted Christians were mostly restricted to the North East, but have now progressed to other West African countries especially Chad and Cameroon. The group became more violent in their attacks which necessitated its ranking in 2016 as the most deadly terrorist group in the world. Although the group has been confined to the fringes of the Lake Chad basin,they have switch tactics. They have resorted to abduction of teenage schoolgirls, military men and aid workers. Two abductions stand out;that of the Chibok school and Dapchi school girls.While some of they abducted chibok girls have been reunited with their families, others still remain in captivity.The only girl Boko haram did not release among the Dapchi school girls is Leah Sharibu who has refused to denounce her Christian faith and is rumored to have been murdered recently.While Lai Mohammed,the minister of information and culture maintains that Boko haram has been “technically” defeated ,there are attacks on soft targets like aid workers and IDP camps. While boko haram kills with a gun,other Nigerians and kill their fellow countrymen in the IDP camps by diverting funds meant for the people most devastated by this unfortunate war on way of life. The education of the British protected child has only made him an illiterate-Chinua Achebe is surely turning in his grave.

REVIEW OF SECTORS

EDUCATION: The aim of all genuine pursuit of knowledge is to provide solutions to man’s most daunting questions. However, in Nigeria, an undergraduate degree or master’s degree is usually just a meal ticket.The government schools are in a state of shambles. The curriculum is only consistent as our power supply.The universities and Colleges of education churning thousands of teachers that not qualified to impact knowledge. The problem is worse at the primary school level, hence the supposed leaders of tomorrow are taught archaic concepts. The situation is critical to the extent that our secondary school graduates are going to Ghana and Cotonou for a university degree. Who can blame them? When admissions are hardly offered on merit. As a matter of fact, it is easier to know the position and velocity of a particle than to know the graduation year in a government university due to recurrent industrial strikes by both academic and non-academic staff. Whether the rise of privately owned universities will improve the skill set of our graduates is a question for another discuss. There is also associated cultism, campus prostitution, sex- for-marks scandals, poor funding for research, ill equip laboratories. There is also history of cancelling history from the curriculum for reasons still not clear.

HEALTH: We already know that health is wealth, and as cliché as it would sound, the good thing about clichés is that they are usually right. The health care delivery is poor to the extent the number one citizen of the country has trust issues checking into the hospital in Aso Rock. There is extensive history of death of children below the age of five from malaria. There is history of high infant mortality, high maternal mortality. There is high risk of infectious and parasitic disease. Nigeria still remains one of the three counties including Pakistan and Afghanistan that has not eradicated polio. Health insurance penetration is still at a low ebb and it hardly provides enough coverage.There is problem of high doctor-to-patient ratio and mass emigration of doctors to other countries. However, there is no longer history of smallpox and guinea worm infection.

PUBLIC SECTOR: The sector is bogus and not sustainable going foward. Bad policies and poor business environment has discouraged genuine private sector investment. There is appreciable public-private partnerships that need to be strengthen. There is history of delayed and poor remunerations for both working and retired civil servants, although Politicians earn jumbo salaries to sit in Abuja. There is history of recurring industrial action despite the current minimum wage bill signed into law. There is associated wide spread unprofessionalism, nepotism in considerations for employment and abuse of rights of individuals especially by the ruling class and any man in uniform.

POWER: Change of name usually signify new beginnings and shifts in paradigms-that’s not the case with the defunct Nigerian Power Authority (NEPA ) which later became Power Holding Company of Nigeria(PHCN) and now whatever they chose to call it. The megawatts generated is so low despite investments running into billions of dollars and the privatization by the federal government. We pay to stay in darkness and generators are our only way out. There is slight improvement in power supply, however there are still frequent black outs, vandalization of transformers, poor use of renewable energy and threats to the lives of workers of the power distribution companies. The shortages especially in the rainy season will tempt one to think that the supply lines have to be dried before power is restored.

TRANSPORTATION: A comedian once said; there are no potholes on Nigerian roads, rather there are roads on potholes. The rate of road traffic accident still remains high and the roads are not safe either. Kidnappers and armed robbers often waylay unsuspecting travelers. Asides the Edo airlines, Nigeria still does not have a national carrier. However, despite the fact that our airports look like parking lots compared to other countries, we have managed to avoid plane crashes. The railway lines are gradually regaining consciousness after been comatose for a very long time. Optimism remains high about completion of the second Niger bridge. At least if Chike didn’t get to see it, his great children might have the opportunity.

PAST POLITICAL HISTORY
The country was engaged in a civil war that lasted about 30 months. It also witnessed both bloody and non-bloody coups. Some were successful, others failed. There is no history of successful succession of any region, although the Bakassi peninsular was handed to Cameroon on August 14th, 2008. Since independence, five Nigerian presidents have died in office. Three of the five were assassinated while one died mysteriously and the other of health related issues. The country has been part of peace keeping missions to other African countries such as Congo and Liberia.

INTERVENTION HISTORY: The country has been led by leaders both civilian and military but the situation hasn’t improved significantly. Foreign aid from developed countries and international organizations have helped the country to achieve some semblance of development. It is currently under prayer warriors drawn from Christian, Muslims and African traditionalists. The state still sponsors Christians and Muslims to Jerusalem and Mecca respectively. One wonders if the government will agree to sponsor adherents of African traditional religion if they demand to go on pilgrimage to India?

SUMMARY: in summary, I have presented Nigeria, a West African Country .She presented with massive corruption and looting of about 59 years duration, Kleptocracy of 20 years duration and terrorism of 10 years duration. She is currently surviving, but proper decisions and good leadership must prevail if she must thrive and reclaim her title from Burna boy as the giant of Africa!

Parkwat Walkyes Joshua

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Culled from The Spring, A publication of Plateau State Medical Students(PLAMSA)

For a girl named Patience, you carry along with you a lot of Victoria secrets.
I got a feeling Leonado Da Vinci painted the wrong face.
It should have been you in that picture
Your portrait should hang in the lourve in Paris.
I don’t believe in reincarnation, but I can swear you’re Helen from Troy.
Your melanin is rich and dark.
Long and beautiful hair like Tulips in early spring
Birthmarks adorn you with mysteries better left unmasked.
Each scar with its own story
Behind your bright eyes,dark stories left untold.
I could say ,you’re my number one
But these numbers lie.
Born from humble backgrounds,yet in you’re in class of your own.
I like the fact that you’re better at holding conversations than grudges.
I like the fact that you’re young but way beyond your peers.
Sometimes I feel like we should just escape town.
Marry you with only strangers as witnesses.
Let’s have babies
Keep many dogs as you’ll like
Grow old and go out in style.
Have matching tomb stones.
Leave the world with a better tale than that of Romeo and Juliet.

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Parkwat Walkyes Parky.