a land of Queen .
women's wear tradition like angels .
walking confidently like a cow in a tar road with no fear of being knocked .
their eyes shine like a light in the pool for the people to swim day and night .
their mouth looks like bananas that is ready to be eaten .
all men's are doing is eish ,wow and being scared to shout out .
memories never end .
thinking of beauty Queen's of Africa .
but the baby that doesn't cry during birth shows that the spirit is already gone in the womb .
speaking out for selection of your queen is a better choice.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
a land of Queen .
women's wear tradition like angels .
walking confidently like a cow in a tar road with no fear of being knocked .
their eyes shine like a light in the pool for the people to swim day and night .
their mouth looks like bananas that is ready to be eaten .
all men's are doing is eish ,wow and being scared to shout out .
memories never end .
thinking of beauty Queen's of Africa .
but the baby that doesn't cry during birth shows that the spirit is already gone in the womb .
speaking out for selection of your queen is a better choice.
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