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pyjamas.

My pyjamas' have evil intent,
They slow me down,
Decent,
Embolic pretentious theme's,
Like a trap,
Well so it seems,
I can't get out,
Go out,
And face the day,
To get dressed the only way.
Taking total control of my day.

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you sir williamsji, haha, much love to you sir, nardine Sanderson xx

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Ravindra Kumar

Funny piece...well enjoyed....good,..xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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