A Shiny Poems (SPOKEN POEMS)
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Idk what is this But lets call it Hugotxpoems
Im sorry if the format is wronG
lovee you SWEET G'S
Guyssss forgivw me for wrong spelling
This is first A composed song but i make it Poem because i am not good singer and my voice is ugly
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