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Tales Of A Wife: Character

Everyday the moon goes to the other side
The hatred in me always tend to hide
Each time I think of a lady so fine
Not because I may or even fall in love
But because she has a thing to solve.

Every time the white is pot deep black
Mesmerised is a thing I just don’t lack
Not because she’s beauty wonderful sack
Or because her cornea is so just white
But because she is her mothers own child.

Every moment the wind and her pass by
I feel she’s an angel somehow lost on earth
Discovery for all, possession I patent
Well there’s a character in her I so adore
Bring her to me, that character is what I love.


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