Pickle onions and stew I feel....
Macaroni and that's my meal..
Conch and fritters with tomato sauce..
Something hot no matter the cost..
For dessert a lemon pie..Something sweet.
I want to cry...chocolate cake and fudge a must....
It's an amazing fact, we are made from dust.
My creator established everything (God)..
I love him much, that's why I sing.
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
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- Category: Humor
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