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09-26-2015, 11:33 PM
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the promised poem for على رصيف الأمل
hi sis this is the poem i told u about i hope u like it Before i learnt how to write, i?ve been taught how to humble The way my mind works, and my thought?s rumble My words against people?s feelings? **, I can?t gamble That?s a big guilty? I can **t handle I'm **t that bussy ? my words will amble We may had battle or we played a game But your condition and others are **t the same I said what I said searching for fun, **t seeking the fame Hope the words made us close, cz ur satisfaction is what I aim I?ll write one **te : ?my word is my pride? I?ll say it: your masterpiece above us shall shine and ride And if that?s wrong, I?ll count it as a fact i would hide Cause I?ll gain a friend, a teacher, an artist who should be named as poetry bride 
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