O hardihood,may my silos and vats overflow with thy treasure troves and wine,Why would they nag in their wilderness,another adonis own soiddissant fleece,whose bossom is not endear'd to them by heart?And sometime weep foul of the long lost fortune since forlorn palter,for palmy days abode to paper over the cracks.Now, adophobia by its prejudicial panorama,panopli'd at hazy storm their panjandrum,Moan not empiricism when thou embark thy plangent plantation,on tortuous journey,so plaguey still canst not brawn,Tis thougrievances,presences of absences grieve greedily fornlorn sail as forgone raid,Is hardihood so priceless,a plaything that thou mayest not itch at its yonder hills' opalescence and glory?Of the nearest and dearest gladiators,not say a dicky bird,even with voice like a foghorn,at the riverbank,relish assays to yonder shores,The posture of ladylike behind their ladyship,languour and lacuna,not for once lament'd,But behold with pedagogue,trumping minnows,hardihood can salivate and leapfrog thee.
MICRO FINANCE unknown to many is the sole panacea to mass poverty eradication in human society.The blog specifically focuses on the industry around the world but with more bias on Africa-unarguably the poorest region of the world.
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