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WONDER
POETRY OF MIRACLES
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| Posted by Thu, Feb 8th 2007, 22:36 :: English |
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IAM CROSSING MANY DEATHS
IN MY EVERY FOOTSTEP
ROTTEN OLD AND NEWBUDS
STILL IAM CHASING RUPEES TO HAVE
THOUGH A PAST CRORER BEGGING ALMS
BEFORE MY EYES
BUT MY WORDS ARE ROODY
AS THE KING OF WEALTH FOREVER
THOUGH MANY OLD MEN CROSSING MY VISION
IAM ADDING CHARMING CREAM TO MY CHEEKS
IAM A WONDERFUL IDIOT YOU KNOW |
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