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Selana
Selana
She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight
Russian jets being the enemy to be hit
Her missiles were old like her plane
But it was a good one well built
Serviced by her mechanics to perform
When ordered to do by her
She the tip of the spear just a gal
Reason I love my mistress the pilot
Defending our nation each and every day
She already ...
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ALL OF THE ABOVE
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poem on my ex and a decade on when we passed 1 another
CONCRETE PIGLET
You don’t see me; you ignore me totally cos I mean nowt to you. ...
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