Words can't explain

October 17, 2015

I am how the Lord made me...

Perfect

The seed of my Father

I am Geateness the Making...

But Humble to the day

I am Lazy

I am Overly laxed

I am Visious

I am Extravagent

In many Mens eyes

I am whoever I say I am

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