I like making my own tea
I like writing my own poems
I like living in my own home
I like kissing my own girl
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There's fire on the ground
The mountain has lost its place
These literary minds
Poise to crack a face
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Mona Lisa's picture perfect
Beats all men to make out respect.
Painted in white, grey, and velvet;
She's a symbol to vet.
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I Like All I Own
I like making my own tea
I like writing my own poems
I like living in my own home
I like kissing my own girl
I like singing my own song
I like making my own bed
I like all that I own
And to God I give thanks.
I like her blinking eyes
They tease me with the lashes
I like her appearance
That's beauty, no ashes
I'm lucky she accepted
I always remember,
The day she said yes,
Twentieth October.