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THERE'S NO ONE-  For Arie B.

There's no one to bring me chops

While I lay in bed lazy and warm

Who would even care but you

That I freeze and shiver when it's cold

Who would bring me that cold water

When my tongue makes me say O

Then bring me some change of clothes

When my bring-along laid on rope

How am I gonna sleep tonight

When I know distance is not the plight

Texts and Calls and Chats...

Yet your presence means the world

The gists the games, now I miss them all

You are my sun, my light, man-all-in-all

Don't leave me window-staring

Shun that foot and come!

By Raudat Muhammed


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He does not just make me smile;
He laughs at my jokes
He doesn't just tell me "sorry" when I'm sad
He cries with me
He does not only admire my career;
He supports me
He doesn't just watch me pray;
He prays with me
He does not make me wish for a better man;
He becomes the best

~Raudat Muhammed~


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Not afraid of the sunNot shaken by the prying eyesSwaggered to the statue of goldLike a man face to faceWith his dreams, his future
Maybe she is his FutureFor no man alike would be ledOnly one like her, shiny as GoldTo take a grip of this statueSame statue men seized and failed
And day light it clearly isUndaunted soul from mankind Stole this statue, meltedEven before the grip from himHe was the Man, her King