I need food,
I need food,
I need food,
That is so tasty and not wasty,
Like cool breeze and essence so sweet,
Like Witch-craft that wither's away to the Wilderness of Hate's and Crow's like THORNS,
Iam like a type call's no Hype and beef's ain't worth a man,
Food that is given like Dos-to shoot,
I need food that will hold this soul so cool.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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