Black Poetry : his heart and aim is to start a game. boys take part and aim. and go after a BROWN SOUL SISTA so, a boy sweaty in the street somehow stay ready to mee

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she just eats candies and forget.
about her body heat
and go to a party on the street.
gone on ranches.
and cross zones of ava lances
saw a boy hang from tree branches.
oh, he wanted some bad
oh, proof there's baby boomers.
but no truth to these rumors
oh boy aim is to worry.
and duck brain surgery
boys really try hurry.

 

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boys really try hurry.
to bed and be kissing and stuff
really reminiscing then huff and puff.
try blow a girl's panties off that's enough.
about the three little pigs
she said she have a song for affection.
but mind in the wrong direction
she just stood there hood aware.
and frowned at the situation once again she's in trouble.
with boys, playgoers stay growers of rhymes like crops in a field.
so, she has to fertilize and hurdle wise over the weeds, taste.
medicine and like THOMAS EDISON race to invent something.