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Amazing how the wind blows her long dark hair
Uncloaking her face, innocent and fair
Face of an Angel
The same ones that fell
Obviously, she is every man’s dream pair…
For her perfect desires, targets for dart
She seeks so many male friends to chat
Sampling amongst them
For who is most firm
I love her but, I can not play the part.
Limericks;(5lines each stanza)
Syllable: 10,10,5,5,10
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
She’s a flirt?
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Its but an imaginary character.
Most times girls keeps lots of guys around as friends without dating or committing to any of them. So the poem is emphasizing that He doesn’t want to be place amongst the bunch of guys she samples, choosing who to love.
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Real flirt who will cry put later that she’s been jilted
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Lol… Hehehehe.. Just an imaginary character tho… But emotional strength by ladies is acquired by sampling … Not necessarily flirting but staying off commitment to choice the best from the pool.
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