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I have a habit to squash,
An ardent disciple of nyash,
I'm getting born again,
Never to follow it again,
From it I've lost my teeth,
Even from those that are petit,
Severally fell into ditches,
Look at all these stitches,
The latest hitting a wall,
Nyash is perilous as a whole,
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Copyright © Kipngeno Robin | Year Posted 2024
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