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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She sweeps her lawn almost every day She wears a vest that blocks my way Tomorrow, I swear I’ll greet her anyway She stares through her window opposite my kitchen I have loved the view, will turn it my room With all due respect , I might turn her my moon To show her my strength, I will offer her a hen It’s 5 in the morning and a knock on my door I must open it wide to prove I am a widower To my utter surprise it’s a debt collector His name is Robert, and now we done Her skin is black, I adore her melanin Although I am afraid, I am sure I can win If I cease her heart, will buy her a flat By the end of the week burn all my fat The black lady next door, look familiar With her in my house, will build la familia Tomorrow I swear I’ll greet her anyway It’s been now a month, and I haven’t said a word And I only have a dream to become her lovebird It’s midnight, I must make my bed Tomorrow, I’m in shape, I won’t be afraid The black lady next door is set to leave I’m trembling inside, I must hold my breathe Today is the day I promised myself A step at time, I must walk like a chief Good morning my lady, extending my hand She grabs it tight, I must act like a man My name is Joh, I’m sure you are Nyota As sweet as our names, we form great butter It’s been now 5 years, and we have a toddler His name is John, he’s just like his father What used to be my kitchen is now his room I hope that through this window, he shall spot his queen
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