You receive a name, because you deserve it. Your first name can be given to you, because of the way you are, your parents and the friends of your parents for example. In the United States of America, the middle name is the name of the mother.
You will get the honeymoon in Benin,
you will get the banana trees of Ivory Coast,
and still you are not satisfied.
You want also the milk,
and you know it has to be like silk,
otherwise it is too hard to exercise.
Therefore, why is it that there is too
much for one and not enough for others,
it is probably, of the closed doors.
When the wind comes in,
then it is something else,
because you cannot avoid the scars.
The breeze blows and dries your hair,
and you remember the days,
when you were waiting in vain.
For you have to keep the butter,
so that it does not melt with the heat,
because that can matter.
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