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Black pepper Allspice Juniper berry White and black mustard
Hello I’m calling again, on the door I’m waiting, For the balcony seem to be done with me, I’ll wait till dusk I promise.
My secret is my password, The reason to my living, Happily or sorrowful, Whatever it may be,
One day I will wake up, See the brightness I always miss. Then I woke up! Looked up in the sky,
Move on girl move, As you’re seen in the streets move, Together with me in matrix, On foot or train,
My Fear Is
One day our language shall change, We shall be singing incase, This language shall first tend to be difficult but interesting, As singers communicate easily inclusion of me,
I loved you but all in vain (I lost) You left me, only to remain a loser I died softly, tender hearted Excitement is now a riddle, just like love
Because Of You.
On the lake shore that lay in the Far East I lived with you We lived with serpents and mammals of the sea We kissed in the mornings and evenings Hugged in the broad day light till dusk
It Rained On My Tie.
I like moving many things, in life that need to move. West, east I always try, as many seem to be tried.
My Wife Will Be Waiting
I am leaving, in search for one at heart The journey seem to be tough and long, I care not prepared I am Forests, deserts and plains awaits, am honored for am leaving now Wild beasts seem to be waiting, shrubs and thorny thatches surrounding
This is me
I did my work, Preached the word, Few heard me and understood, This is me
I Look Forward To Seeing You.
I left by the time you never expected, Coz it happened by the time I didn’t expect it too, I just went with all my desires of coming back.
Nilikupenda lakini nikakukosa, Uliniacha nikawa, kujikosa maulana, Nikafa kwa uchochole, wa roho dhoofu Shani kitendawili, vilievile mahaba,
What Should I Give Out?
When I was young, I gave out a pigeon Because I had many in stock I gave out a hen a week after A month after I gave out a peacock
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White and black mustard
White, pink and green paper
All in my kitchen……..
Cardamom and nutmeg
To spice up my stew…….
Cherries and strawberries
Radishes and mushrooms
Makes me sound a...