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Let me soar while I still give men the hots;
Take me o lord while my star still twinkle
I don’t want to grow old and wrinkle.
Give me a call before my skin like a paper crinkle,
Kill me while i still dominate women’s envy thoughts
I don’t want to grow old and wrinkle
Let me soar while I still give men the hots!
Written by: Psalmwell SamshizLe Enobakhare
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
this poem made me smile =)
Ha aha …why?
Reminds me of myself years ago.. 🙂
Ah!