Black Poetry : a BLACK SOUL SISTA sweet With her stroll blista the street She’s provided with a gift His flow collided swift With her red lips Her head may slip And


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May 11, 2006
Words caused him to go insane
So pause his flow is flame
Grab a beer a feast is at hand
Right here on this piece of land
See a girl It’s a February flirt.
Could led to literary work.
Yeah, boo have to change a tire.
And you have strange fire.
In her panties he bet
They’re wet that’s how they get.
She has cake and breasts.
But like the rate of progress

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