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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.
There is a place on a map Visible but yet unseen. Coming as a nightmare Tagged to victims like a scar. More like a faith…
Becca is a lady blessed With heavenly beauty That can possibly pause time. Her body is an ocean A million treasures behind. She has an…
The delightful thing about beauty Is that its pleasant box is never empty Digging into it, one is never bored But lust staring, down the…
True love is a rare beauty Pictured in a perfect couple But, looking beyond the rings There may be a familiar bird You’ve always known…
Sweetness.
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