Magod Scroef Poems

In a world so vast and wild,
There's a child, unique and styled.
With a spirit that's wild and free,
A wonder for all to see.
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In a city of crime, where shadows loom,
Stands a privileged cop, in a polished costume.
With a badge of gold and a smile of charm,
He thinks he's above, he can do no wrong.
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In this world of ours, there's a girl named Joyce,
She's fiery and fierce, a true force.
But like anyone, she too has limits,
In this poem, her story, let's commit.
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To my Lord, I raise my prayer,
In your loving embrace, I find solace rare.
You are the sun that lights my way,
Guiding me through each night and day.
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Capital city of Gang Eastern Cape praised to violate standards of the system, crazy and they remain raced. Consequences lied in my face probably by now they need story lane embrace deliverance.

There drone age page to scribble in write language vampire frequency, determine to exist and proceed to expose exclusives and progress punctual and party time part of, Nice Time WOC many hands pray.
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Other temptation are just written destiny, one you of part stories should be teary-eyed solutions. Di shall lie only one percent. We start every revolution in a day, pray to Saint Jesus Christ the son

Di shall believe in scandinavian mythology at time passive and unity to the General. Raw in the streets of Johannesburg its a annual story they screams of terror is fear they afraid.
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Her every ecens sparkle in glare glass all my expectations, were set driven to pursue her dented heart enrolling in a romantic character seeds seem to fear growing here and there

You introduce yourself as Pop star you starnishing and stunning in a flood of beauty days to seem and here your screams and mourns how accurate can distance bare love
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Not valid nor is it legal no crime of situation can change a men the stain, is better if it's solitary of me in the bias love if I could scale our love it'll be the heaviest person in the world.

Statistics open up managing factors of benefiting in romance the stained men can speak of his dirt the chocolate smear, probably near brains vasting like degrees. contrast of heart, contrast of love.
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Proud of me proud of you clearly you arouse my contempt. Starnishing my words clearly to explain myself and explain my heart for what it feels about you I've tried so hard.

I don't know who would speak for my heart because it's marked to be taken by you. If we where in love we would merge our hearts combine them and share it fifty fifty core love.
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In a land of freedom and dreams,
Where liberty's torch always gleams,
Lies the heart of a nation, bold and grand,
Where citizenship proudly takes its stand.
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