Poetry about mother
I love you and I know that you are the enemy of my soul
Why not love my enemy
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Poetry about the mother of the woman
One of the cleanest elders
She tells of a sharp woman
That's a day's sucker
It's like this to your groom
The god who turns on the wheel
Difficult complications come to you
Coats and shoes, pants and even cheetahs
Take for tax
Divine Coupons Hacked
Or get a gasoline card
Suck the check forms on your tail
Do not come to your senses and exhale
Stay in the Hijran Lion Pegah
Zachale in the hole
God damn me like a pumpkin
Be hairless
Oh dear, blood from your liver
God who is Erion boy
Such a bang that I gave you
Have I got out of time?
Give it to Hawar and smoke a hundred
You took my breath away
You're a lazy little guy
Chick with a whiskey like a schnauzer
Not in the dishwasher
You do not have to pay for it
You do not wear his trousers
Do not wash your clothes
He did not buy gold at all
You do not go to Kish and Dubai
So because you're persecuting Bravo
And you keep the earth hidden
Inevitably settled in dignity
Sick a few weeks or more
That I'll get you well under your control
I'm aware of your lack of knowledge
Chu the groom hear this saying
She gave her mother's wife this call
From today I will be his girlfriend
If you want to be a dude
To cook to wash your waist
I close as I fell
I help you right and left
I'll give you my daughter
What is Dubai doing to Beijing?
I'm flying or flying