Sugar is sweet
Sticky is honey,
I loves you
‘Cause you gets money
Cash in the bank
Card in my hand,
I’ll never lets you go
‘Cause you’re my money man
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Poetry Pot
PoetryThe words are a jumble in my head, And they're trying to make their escape. So I grab some paper and lead, In order to get them straight. But they're jumbled around mixing together, Like some kind of Stew. So I put them all in a pot An offered to sh...
