Belly Thing Called Life
Life is rice, oil and salt
If living itself is luxury
And food is all delivery
Relationship is boring
You still need to cook
Your own food for love
In this way not thrifty
It's showing creativity
Independence frugality
Home made taste far
Excellence in all ways
It's a voluntary sense
Trust base, fair care
Ordinary yet special
Simple yet full moral
Most people have this
Urbane yet unexplainable
Always look happiness
In the belly of each person.
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