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29th May hurts….!!!
Of what use are boats
If they can not float
Politicians pie
Countless lies on lies.
Lying through the teeth
Out comes the sworn oath
Last lines they recite
The flags are replaced,
Signs of the new race.
Up goes the bullets,
Twenty one loud shots,
Another man to eat
Another zone defaced
To frustrate the new face.
So high and loud were the screams At the point of confusion Many would wish the tension Was another scary dream. None cared about documents…
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…
This is so loud.. Good one, sir
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Lol
Ready to draw your sword when them dirty politicians come after me.
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The game still remains the same but the players keeps changing, telling us the have incredible skills whereas they are far from average or self-centered flukes
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