Mother Nurol Amin
Mother - Poem by Mother Nurol Amin
Mayer Shaman not of equal wealth,
Mother of the mother of his balls.
Are starving mother gives oral,
Who is the mother of his babes.
Sheba came to see the world before I am a mother,
Be the first to eat, gives away my mother.
King brought the poor tenant babes,
But all the people on Earth.
I was a small child, a small mountain grouse.
Chest ribs and strong mother gorilla Hills,
Yet many small children I have shelter,
If the mother is sitting in the pathos wide.
Do not be insane, but the mother of the mother,
The mother lies babe, will find anywhere.
Mother, mother, mother, mother in your dryer,
When the world find peace,
Ñ is you cannot compare
What will the ball.
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