Trouble knows me well
Trouble rings my bell
Trouble brings me hell
Trouble always care.
Every time I sail
I get many nails,
Piercing through my ship
Sinking my great sail.
Am I really cursed?
The preachers do say
For all your sins boy
The debts He had paid.
I often try to pray
But to no avail
And each time I sail
There comes another nail.
STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL x
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Thanks Dazzled
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Trouble -maker!
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Hehehe… Nor be small
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Dude I like this! Good Job!!!
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Lol… Thanks
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