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You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.

Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms warmly clings.

With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.

Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.

This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.

Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
I am not going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.

Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.

Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest originally planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.

Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.

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