Life In the City
Under the sun,
nothing i love like the city,
and nothing i hate like it,
the store of everything.
Life in the city,
it's full of cry,
gambling and lies,
when ever you reach.
The city is sweet,
but sometimes hot,
that makes us cry,
the poor and the rich.
Everything you buy,
depends on how,
the heaviness of your pocket is!
if it's weak,
you keep on starve.
Not only that,
but noise in the city,
disturbs everything!
dirtiness and poverty,
makes it bad.
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