Sentences crippled in rhymes
ignore to uplift youth creation,
demolishing a source
of confidence.
Don't make me your president,
it is just a coincidence that I
roll behind a microphone
defining tales of my age.
I normally walk on dusty grounds
with bare ten toes.
I step and turn the tables
like when I'm drunk
on friday I revamp the fables.
I take a hand of her who has been
called ugly names and go down
the aisle of dreams, she calls me
'husband' as I call her my 'wife'.
Greet a librarian for a heaviest book
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