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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.
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
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