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
To strut butt and receive kisses
For some reason boy never misses
Her lips they be on target every
Time, she flirt true and clever
Boo we must work together
Coochee an ocean with class and sweet
Got a promotion last week.
A sprinter in town
But his printer is down.
Boo dinner is renown.
With you lets jest kiss
And stuff then reminisce.

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