ON MY JOURNAL

January 13, 2019

ON MY JOURNAL

As i move explore the ghetto

i meet this chick who cleans me more than dettol

look at her smile teeth so white check her dental

she drives me crazy that am mistaken for a mental.

I get into her then find out she needs order

i feel her and shes a little colder

"I love you'' that is what i finally told her.

Baby can we date?

maybe finally we can meet our fate

be together forever they is nothing will regret.

Shes got sexy eyes

real cute very attractive thighs

that catch the attention of all the guys.

Its like we found love in a hopeless place

no wonder we got endless Grace.

Forever my dear Ganja will braze

till the animals never go out to graze.

I come in the open and offer my hand

get in the plane we go to the beach and play in sand.

I know you will go

but that wont end it all

cause in the first place i choose you of them all.

EMMANUEL KABWE.

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