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After an earthquake, I fell down from a City to a town the transformation was so bad Sitting on a chair I was sad. Then a man came running while his body action made me smile, he is sit near me and offer a bun his style of offering made me fun he then called me majesty he was my fan, i see he said,"you were best at that chance your good poems made me dance you still are best you still are good." His lines of fame made me Stood I held a pen, start writing then, my words were hit, and famous again.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
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After an earthquake, I fell down from a City to a town the transformation was so bad Sitting on a chair I was sad. Then a man came running while his body action made me smile, he is sit near me and offer a bun his style of offering made me fun he then called me majesty he was my fan, i see he said,"you were best at that chance your good poems made me dance you still are best you still are good." His lines of fame made me Stood I held a pen, start writing then, my words were hit, and famous again.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
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