Poems with Jasables
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Poems are love,
Poems are life,
It's the soul of me
And what I can be.
My crowd gets big,
And keeps getting bigger,
That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love!
Peace. *Mic drop*
I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
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