he was born from my rib!

Not once in a month,
It is obligatory for me to meet at least once a year; With the promise of buying glass bangles which I have kept waiting for a whole century, with whom I learned to learn after going swimming, I still have not learned swimming,
I'm her boyfriend!

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The girl,
Whose strong confidence forced me to believe, he was born from my rib!
The girl, whose demand is a poem in a newly born puff, evening belly, a tea cup for two in the rainy season, and a pure clasp at the end of a five-minute secret huff;