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Gloria Nachango Poem
I have an eagle eye,
The eye that can send you to hell,
Once I watch your moves,
I don't spare your life,
That's my imperfect side,
I judge quickly,
I don't need an explanation,
That's a waste of time,
I quickly lock you up in jail,
I don't care if you rote in hell,
That's my imperfect side,
Don't cook me,
If u r not a good chef,
I don't smile at your food,
I throw it in the bin,
While you wait for a gift - a slap,
That's my imperfect side.
Copyright © Gloria Nachango | Year Posted 2017
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