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Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.
I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.
Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.
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 
Irony 🤣, and she’s a saint of her own soul better than the pretenders
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Exactly. Guess why they say, don’t judge a book by its cover.
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Exactly
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Happy birthday to you ma
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thanks Vinz, i appreciate
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Magnificent
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Thank you
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“Suspended from church for burnt bakes”. 🤣Meanwhile, most of them get their bakes burnt now and then. But who will judge their bakes?
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God only should have. For if stones were to be thrown by saints onto sinners no man would ever cast one.
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