Who has it all?
In the clear of day
Some will like to trade condition
Maybe because of his garb
Yet his neck thus bends
Bends on the weight of tribulations
His son puffs and wastes away
Isn’t your son a first class holder?
Learn how to appreciate where thou are
I agree u have no car
Yet he died on his own Infinity
The house he built
Have caused him robbery attacks
Dear, it is all hot everywhere
Even in the underwater
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