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I love fornication, but I refuse to do,
The dresses of the females often turn me to fool,
A jean or leggis  with a pair of shoe,
A jumper or native that has just been sewed,
A fitted of cloth that depicts their view,


Physical looking at them, they are naked,
The weslip they use are dry,
The skin they possess are light,
All flashing at us like a street light,
Anytime I remember, I cry,
The chastisement of their act,
Which is often at tight,
All religion preached against that,
Fornication and adultery of their plight,


Uhumn, I will not but address,
Those that hide with religion, I guess,
Do they forget that the Lord is sense,
Always present at others absence,
He knows all that you have messed,
I beg, stop that, before the stress,
Which is awaiting for all the rest,
Who refused to fear God but display their sex,

I implore you to fear the God ooo, Shun all that and find a legal wife, to access a better life.

@ BELLO ABDULRAHMON AKA FARMER.

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