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No push no shove,
Though complexion is coal
But her heart is gold
Not fine as the Dickens
But her beautiful soul
Deserves to pair
She aims to wear
His pretty crown
But his heart frowns
Waving back,
Thinking it’s love
She waves and smile…
He makes a slice
She thought otherwise;
But as an Angel
She ought to know
That his feelings for Cole
Is not dead as a dodo
Her heart he slits, hisses
And turns his face.
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…
