Talking to myself through poetry
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Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.
You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.
Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…
Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…
Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.
I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and…
I am a man whose thoughts and foods Are; “good walls makes good neighbors” So I can’t break it to you Fools like me respect…
Watch the company you keep Sweep fairweather if you can Let go of an excess weight Appreciate every wingspan. Like an iron and the magnets,…
I sat down with a rich man On the same kind of rattan I couldn’t alter a word But enthusiasm swirled I watched him from…
Sweetness.
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