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By: Ali Taha Alnobani

He did not do anything extraordinary
Did not discover the secret of happiness
And surely did not invent the machine that collects rays of the sun in a painting
He sat among his friends proud of his depravities
In an acted way of formalities
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Now he can boast about his manhood
Like a foolish boy made of wood
"I spent a wonderful time with her
My soul flew with kisses
And my body was trembling
With a very nice relaxing!
She believed me
And when I left her
Her face was yellow
Like lemon
And my eyes were sparking
Like a demon".
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Hunters have no heart
And crimes are their ribbon
His reverent silent friends were looking at him
"My mother taught me:
"It is not a shame for a man to deceive a woman
Females who give you themselves have no honor"
So I hunt women as if I were a trap"
He laughed loudly and removed his cap
Then he rubbed his mustache
And suddenly screamed
"I'm the king
When I touch my ring
I can swallow an angel".
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So here in the dark world
We have two sides
Schools for male... And schools for female
Streets for male…and streets for female
Dusk for male… and another for female
And in between
We have crazy hunters
Fond of their depravities
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