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Do not scream or ring the bell
When the wheels are hot as hell
Still be calm, sweet and nice
I cope well with every size
On the ground, two walls I tie
From the pit, you call a lie
Whence its fire you get a tar
I the dark I shine like stars…
Undulated road I reconstruct
No more catarrh, no more dust
A long journey is no more far
I am here to aid your car.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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…
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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…
Had to put a new set on my car late last year – now she rides nice and smooth. Btw I’m going to be a Grandpa in August. :)
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Tyres …. Are amazing
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Tyres help vehicles alot
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Well, I heard a writer must fit in the shoes of what he’s writing about.
You’re perfect.
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Thank you Marion
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Intriguing observations. I really enjoyed your work.
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Thank you Arjun Chopra
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