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Say MY MONEY IS COMING'!!!
i miss my man
i miss his smile
I miss his presence
i miss his kisses
i miss his hugs
this poem is called
MY MAN
i love my man
i love the way he dress
i love the way he looks at me
i love when my man is around me
Thank you!