my days of old, riding the truck of
the dark, worthless ford and jingle of distraction.
Love gat my wings for i fly..fly..fly
withstanding all challenges.
Joy comes in the morning but more
happiness flow at all day, pointing out the
effort of man.
A good name paves a way for good future,
downgrading all trials of falsification.
I judge my words, my pride and above
all my character......
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