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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.
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
The cock may crowat the break of dawnhopeful we are for,tomorrow’s sun…There are times I think about leavingand where I will belost in my sleepOn…
I am astound by its composure; cool, calm and collectedit consumes treasures…On a daily,against it, I betslowly making haybefore the sunsetHey! judge me not,we all…
Wish I knew tricksevading the demisebefore it knocks,it is you I will hide,breaking shadows and scytheright here on earth.I wish I had firsthand informationof He…
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Sweetness.
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