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May 2020
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
Written by
Caleb Smith  20/M/Houston, TX
(20/M/Houston, TX)   
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