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His Work


He was going Down the line looking for the perfect peice of mold. 

For when she leaked out her mother wound she will be the finest peice of gold. 

He started Scultping and carving ,

said son "im not eating till i finish leave me starving" .

He found the nose and the lips 

Put the knife to her hips 

He found the ears and toes then fixed the Tips,

He grabbed the drill of power and put it to her mind.

He put the copyright on her soul because she is one of a kind. 

He put the wisdom to her tooth 

so she can know her worth. 

Kissed her Forehead 

Taped the seal 

Sent her down to earth. 

 

 

 

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