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His heart hit upon revival See, she fixed his luv like a typo Baby looks, got em shook For rooks they mistook em for Funny how they aged like vino Left it to God to fill his cup Now every glass is half full God spelling some blessings That were written in gospel They fermented in fine time The convos made fine wine Known as the young 1’s The growth’s an odd prime
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
Fine Wine
His heart hit upon revival See, she fixed his luv like a typo Baby looks, got em shook For rooks they mistook em for Funny how they aged like vino Left it to God to fill his cup Now every glass is half full God spelling some blessings That were written in gospel They fermented in fine time The convos made fine wine Known as the young 1’s The growth’s an odd prime
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20/M/Houston, TX
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
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