Poem -
Creation
How are you devil ,I do we can see of mans hands and his cans and can't, condones we live to the beat of the drum that is why, and why lie when the bird has a tear in it's eye ,cause you die I die and as time goes by a little white lie can't buy a fathers love but together again it begins.
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