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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 hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fryAnd I am weird when I laugh or cryI know you…
Have you seen my Enyinanya !His heart is where my life liesSupplier of stomach butterfliesNanya is the air I breathMy sugarplum, so I thought….Until clogs…
Yes! she is beautifulAnd oh yes! It is trueBut mallow is evilSaying, mirror mirror!Her eyes are wild openYet she just wrecks the coneA proud witch…
You are a Swan, sweetest of wineBeauty of a peacock, an immortal luckThe carnation in ample of an appleAnd a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
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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