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Wow she smokes
Her love a curse
Hot, deceitful tender voice
Flowing to prominent at all cost
The cars, house and purse
She might be true or false
Adams’ destructive crush
Samson’s destructive brush
Casanova, Romeo all the myths
Her pants to Spartacus and champions
Costly to secure, she’s that chic
Ones wife; men die in David hands.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dust and rust Some achievements may seem a mirage Unachievable until success emerge…
Let the pages fly and spread their wings Let my spilled inks make millions to think It is plain and simple, hope it sinks “All…
Simple or made into an Elf What is music to a born deaf? Same question goes without tongues Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?…
It is no news that the pigs are fat As a result of the embezzlements Taking politics as a personal farm Eating from the labors…
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