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The white body.


 

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Oh Thawra, Oh capitals oh garden oh ancient flowers Oh ladies and oh leaders

Kiss the poem of the magic guitar that is  thetwin of the white body of my lady

Oh old kings oh modern Technology oh happiness oh poets oh actress oh and reporters

Take photos next to the poems of the golden twins

Oh angels oh prophets oh Obama oh poets of different ages

Enjoy the strongest poet letters in the world since my son Adam and his wife Eve

 Oh lovers and oh kingdoms of love and lovers.

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Her wonderful white body is like a golden guitar in my hand

I play on your lovely cheek the best music to the roses of the world

Your happy smooth body is a smiley guitar in my hand by the sea by air on foot

Your deluxe body queen of gulf is the best treasure I love and I have got

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Thawra your sleek magic body is the best lyre or guitar in my hand

I draw your charming body on the sad shore of the sea but the waves try to take it away

I say to her nay she is the candle of my sad heart and my country

 In my heart garden and in my hand forever her white body will stay

To enjoy the hearts of the girls of   Canada Australia, China and Norway

They are flowers of happy life after the great torture of the local love lady

 

When I touch your winsome armed nipples I play the best music

They try to attack me but I overcome them by the tunes of my mouth

I teach them how to be kind how to love life and how to play music

When I call my American princes hips they give me tunes

When I arrive to your heart I play the best tune I had

When I a touch your liver tune it is the best enjoyment I had

It is the best treasure I have found

This magic body is dancing before me next to the sea side

Your golden right hand is drawing me on the sea sand

Your left hand is coloring my face on the sea sand

And only our hearts listen to the first world band

13/3/2015

 

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