Mono Loko
Papi Chulo   Sintra, Lisboa, Portugal
 
 
I have no chill
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Coka 9 Aug, 2023 @ 9:15am 
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Duck 9 May, 2020 @ 2:27pm 
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Coka 5 Jun, 2017 @ 2:44pm 
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The Duck ♔ 17 Feb, 2017 @ 2:17pm 
Roses are red
violets are blue
my flowers are dead
the mountain has dew
this poem goes on
who knows for how long
could it be a song?
nah, for that it is wrong
ok got to run
writing was fun
but now it's dun
ah what the heck
this hurts my neck
i could try massage
but price is to large
this video was good
it got me in the mood
this is a good day
by the way
this week was good too
not ruined by a kangaroo
school ain't too bad
i mean, i got ma lad
he is a smart guy
knows 40 numbers of pi
okay, how can i stop writing?
it's like, with myself fighting
I know, just drop your phone
but then i'll feel alone
Ain't got many rhymes left
It's like a rhyme store theft
Okay i'm out now my friends
Because here the poem ends.