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Why An Imam with a mobile 
is the last thing you will want  
For today, 
Has many reasons, 
many more to come in days to come! 

As your palm is already junk  
in a once hopeful Palmetto Room 
Stanza is an Italian Word. Synonym. Antonym. Room. 
Unfolding world, Father in dreams. 

The loudest caricature it can be 
And I am never in it. 

Magnanimity talks in a life in many single unique ways. 
You will woe me there 
You are allowed to kill me in my already damaged spirit, there 
But never care to be a mentor, in any. 

I simply gather them, one after another. 

A saga of follicular tonsillitis, of another kind of story. 
With your seasonal hype of remembering. 

Why he is an obvious pro,  
has many things to term in later version in Disney hypes 

He is a pro. An avid one. 
Just Like T-Mobile, Verizon, and every other mobile app sound in different servitudes, 

in Qibla-Fatherhood  
in  
fixation of a possessive noun,  
in finding chores for other-end-clan. 
A little bit delayed flight  
to find the other clan pro, 

And know for sure
to be slave in need 
Is a prominent slavery too, 
The core- shift between 
our Fard and Rizq is simply playing play-doh 

And I am asking the magnificent Parthenon in me,.
How should I treat the greatest guest of all? 
A once residual world, still beating in rhymes and reasons? 

After a lonely breakfast, treating lunches or dinners? 
Should there be the most special;  
red colored bowls or glass particles in ambient grace? 

Just as the Imam beforehand 
Got entertained? Seducing Alcohol in slavery? 
Should we ever really wake up, at all, for any? 

In the shylock need in the magnificent Marchant of Venice talk? 
Antonio, Bassanio and Portia and all kinds of junk, 
labeled as potatoes... 
And, if not potatoes, must be tomatoes only! 

And honor thy need, and be thy soulful voice, as the bending need 
It is humility indeed! 

Sagas of Floating water, you simply need to be patient enough 
To treat the nostrils that comes in pairs 

Too much cold for an already slant poetry,  
Fusing in truce and treaties!
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