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Rebirth through death


After my uncle passed I felt as if I was stomped with steel boots So i decided it was time to up bring my roots Through much needed bravery I uplifted into slavery I started working at the climb As if I could have been in a tribe I help guests find their true potential Along with unlocking my hidden potential Showing up early to work in my honda Reminisced me of my uncles old black mazda They were reliable cars As children could only imagine mars I will return to school To prove to my family that I'm still cool Always keeping my boat afloat is the only way I can go!
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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