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The fearless fighter scared of none,
Stood in front of me since young,
Made of indignant rage and fear,
What would i be without him near.
The boisterous guy that speaks for me,
Demands respect so ruthlessly,
Strength from fearless fighter's strength,
Without him who would i be.
The money man he comes and gos,
He buys respect for me from crows,
But when he leaves they circulate,
With...
Sunday 4th March 2018 1:40 pm
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