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Mar 2014
Steer clear, there's no middle man here
just the main man Reeve.
Dont be naive to what limits and highs this kid can achieve,
he's flying through the skies, no room for compromise nor second prize when it comes to the plan he has to devise.
He is simply blessed, a golden child, a manifest,
a perfect being with unquestionable finesse.
With indistinguishable poise and stature,
far superior to that of others in every aspect possible......
Whom walk the earth as just mere mortals
Written by
Brett Flavell
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