Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 37
Most people; money by chance, don't freak,
Most times, are those who openly seek...
Not caught of evasion,
Nor beg 's persuasion.
People of no fear cum woe so bleak!
Long ago, I have not found my phone,
You are free to talk out various tone.
Being heard is the keyboard...
Growing up has explored,
Enough of craziness unbeknown.
They are good at it with their money.
Of others in charge, finds it funny...
Long due date calls for aid,
But don't charge to invade,
Rather caress the night's hot, honey!
Give in multiple, dear lord up high.
We are all special, yes, my voice cry...
It seems to You a gift,
High is time to come shift.
Now, flow... Your fountain never did dry!
Money freaks each brisk and eyeing soul...
Who wants his name out of the payroll.
Good luck; sick eyes, strong mind.
Hold on; crawl still, you blind¡
Economy has never come whole!
Long ago, I have not found my phone,
You are free to talk out various tone.
Being heard is the keyboard...
Growing up has explored,
Enough of craziness unbeknown.
Those so true about nothing but life,
Don't care pure fools, coping with sweet strife.
How worse would build the best!
Time warner is fate's test.
Winking left on weal's map's coming rife!
Give in multiple, dear lord up high.
We are all special, yes, my voice cry...
It seems to You a gift,
High is time to come shift.
Now, flow... Your fountain never did dry!
Money makes mad man, meekly mature,
Dress up in style defining couture,
Firing on all standard...
Above what mouths slandered.
Money, no doubt is the best manure!
Long ago, I have not found my phone,
You are free to talk out various tone.
Being heard is the keyboard...
Growing up has explored,
Enough of craziness unbeknown.
Money makes mean man, merry making.
Just, a kind of heaven's peacemaking.
Money, I will spend well.
Come, bail me out of hell!
It will have to heal few heartbreaking...
Give in multiple, dear lord up high.
We are all special, yes, my voice cry...
It seems to You a gift,
High is time to come shift.
Now, flow... Your fountain never did dry!
Money motivates mistaking mode,
Switch morales' misery Oracle's code.
Face wrong; paints it rightly*
Bury right's claim tightly.
Such great pesos, is ever in mode.
Long ago, I have not found my phone,
You are free to talk out various tone.
Being heard is the keyboard...
Growing up has explored,
Enough of craziness unbeknown.
Money makes meadow marry mountain,
How river's flow romance sea's fountain!
Keenly note of Kobo,
Now can't purchase zobo,
Yet attached to Naira for no gain.
Give in multiple, dear lord up high.
We are all special, yes, my voice cry...
It seems to You a gift,
High is time to come shift.
Now, flow... Your fountain never did dry!
Money merges model, stroking mess...
From head to toe, at will to caress...
Distress to the sole depth,
In pleasure not to sheathe.
Gone troubles will openly undress!
Long ago, I have not found my phone,
You are free to talk out various tone.
Being heard is the keyboard...
Growing up has explored,
Enough of craziness unbeknown.
Money marred meaty mantras' mirror,
Forgetting how past had been severe.
Everyone knows your name,
Buy the shame, selling fame...
Money is such a brilliant shearer!
Give in multiple, dear lord up high.
We are all special, yes, my voice cry...
It seems to You a gift,
High is time to come shift.
Now, flow... Your fountain never did dry!
Amen!
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