Things have not been the same in ages
They took turns and we wrote the pages
But even after all we still the two against all odds
It's not a coincidence that we met
Whilts weboys competing
Teasing our enemies in bulks
And yes we still the uncrackednuts
May the almighty spare you for the future
My kids want their godfather
My wife needs to see this man like McGintyire
You my very best
The man I knew from the est
Worst, but more fruitful to the rest
Cheers to the memories made
This is our fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Paris Thulare. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.