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Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire
Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend
But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.
Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da
For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight
But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea
Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.
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…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
