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In every generation
There is a strong adoration
For the excessiveness
Of general worthlessness
In both values and in pride
Whereas an end must hit a ride.
Vanity is indeed hidden
In time, and all the downtrodden
Leech on its predated
Fact that time is infinite,
Each generation have them
Hence, vanity may never end.
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…
This cuts the reader and speaks truth
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Thank you Brandy
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