Words make clout.
Based on your choice of words your clout
That it may be rage gadabout
You because things didn’t go blest
They ideally flame inquest
A child is adopted it’s not hood
Your birth mother placed soot heartwood
Adoption as an infant slight
So i’ll assume for now melt bright
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