makes a heap
soft and silky
under my ribs
crimson red
in it flows five litters neat
red liquid
out and in
pure impure
mixed
if you are a war monger
rotten and sick
you may sip it hot
at your breakfast
or drink it as cold beverage
after your supper
for your better health
and sound sleep
even you can lick it
like an ice- cream
what you just need are
either a tomahawk
or an F-16
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After readingDeath will keep it on the shelf
I have a blade like tongue and a mind like a cauldronBoiling leads and freezing mercury at cryogenic levelAnd break a path to be super rich though I knowThe trick of the trade how to play intraday in equity marketYou might also think that how it is possible for a manTo be quite extraordinarily and…
