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May 2019
I wish  I were a dog in the city of brass .
Barking at night and lying asleep on the grass
I neither work nor **** for my living,
BC my community is based on the spirit of giving.
My dad is a senior officer and a preacher.
He gives lectures to get his disciples ready for the future.
My mum is almost a civic nun with a lot of fun
She nurtures the dead spirits with smiling gun. My wish is not true BC I belong to the community of **** and go.....,
Written by Hamri Hamri 18/01/2019
Mohammed Bourhanem
Written by
Mohammed Bourhanem  59/M/Morocco
(59/M/Morocco)   
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