In desire appetite loosens
In wailing, the rain rains
In words the persue happens
What next!
Only speaks in silence
Knife chop the vegetables
And eagerly the potatoes and tomatoes
Oblige us in its cut
What next!
Only speaks in satiety
Diseased he lay helpless
Balm sprinkles over the bane
Risen himself and maneuver comfortabley
What next!
Only speaks satishfaction
Oh! The next!!
Why you are the NEXT!!!
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