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Jun 2018
I see that you are aiming where I stand.
You think this genius is on command.
Swift to come in a speech that is canned.
I just take intelligence by the hand.
I must be known inside this adopted homeland.
You can’t build my castle upon the sand.
Because I’m sitting on a hundred grand.
I’m kidding, but don’t you know this is a brand.
Because this flyness is not autopilot,  it is manned.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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   Cinzia
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