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Kevin Iraki Poem
I choose to be like the goose. living above the blues and twists nature around the bush..
I loose to gain, no pain wasnt fair at the end of tha game, its lame if i do it without a name, loose it out with fame...
Whats gone is gone, a miracle if it goes and comes back non the less my higher learning is yet to rise if fall aint near so my role is fo tha game.
Copyright © Kevin Iraki | Year Posted 2015
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Kevin Iraki Poem
Speaking bout creeps they crawl, they aint tall but chase you till you run out and you gone,
Speaking deep out of experience, the resilient take a right grip at first sight because they are tough at their course,
Seeking a solution for the none of course cause they change like chameleons, stick over, under, on walls, to be honest they are full of guts, to my deeper goats or horns they have walls,
No wonder wise said walls have ears,
Sticking to these creeps, they aint stupid they have goals,
They rip,
They dont keep secrets, they are generally ingrates,
They aint cheap,
They sail in mearchant ships,
The reep what they havent sown,
They enslave more than french fries and chips,
Beware of Sticking Creeps.
Copyright © Kevin Iraki | Year Posted 2015
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