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Nothing Else To Do

She's my type and I am the typist She's the type that can raise my kids I am trying to make my name ring A bell like the Chinese I have nothing else to do besides this
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nigeria
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Written by
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nigeria
Published
Oct 30, 2015
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A poem from my chapbook Mama's Boy

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#love#life#heart#type
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