I'm a heart throb, without a job, but I never dress like a slob. Its a ghost town, inside my head, got me acting, like I'm school fed. When I'm in the ocean, r maybe out to sea, there is no place, that I'd rather be. Unless u were here, my deer, just so u could tell me, ain't nothing to fear. Except the lord, and the holy grace, just to see the look, right on my face. See I love the lord, but sometimes I'm led astray, I need to be grounded, and just keep my faith. Mind on things so, I need to pray, I need to do this, every single day. I know I have an angel, over me, that's why at all times, I just keep the peace. And now its deuces, this poems done, I guess I'll see you, on the next one......
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