There's Nobody
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Última publicación mié, ene 11, 2017
A POETRY WRITTEN BY MY LOVE GAZALA
(THERE'S NOBODY)
there's a guy whom I like since I was born
who never kept me alone
who always cares for me from childhood
until I was grown
who made me smile whenever I used to get frown
there's a guy with whom I cried whole night
there's a guy who gave answer to my every fight
there's a guy who always shares his burger's last bite
there's a guy which is almost equal to my height
there's a guy who always makes me crazy
there's a guy who pinches me when i m lazy
there's a guy who makes my problems go easy
there's a guy who smiles very cheezy
once that guy came in my dream with a BIG HORN
unfotunately that guy was never born ......
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