Drinking like an rain water
as wogabond, liking laughtdr
eyes reddish, getting bore
like an bay opening door
as over, while it goes
tears flowing smelling rose
opening door, going out
seeing reason all in doubt
walking gaps, showing attitude
droping tears in walking mood
always chant a good dude
liking things to be rude
forget doubts at that time
taking minds into crime
bad thing to be taken
always taken before shaken
poet, s path destroying health
sharing things about wealth
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