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The One I Can Call Mc Coy

Prominent. Perfectionist and a person With undescrible affliction. You're the monarch, in the one world That you rulling. Imprison my mind by your word That make my self uncalmed. When you ask, what a timid self I have There's a burden who make me slaved. It is not easily to know you better, But I don't need a long time to Know you well. You're the king and the preacher while I'm your soldier and listener Who always begging from you. Now I know you're way my burden Was pass away and there's a Challenge on my way. I can say you're the best of your Profession the one I can Call Mc Coy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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