BoRhyme
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CATEGORY
life
so fresh, so clean, bit a strut in my walk
a scoliosis lean with no talk
or no team
a gentle composure a slight bop
with a chip on my shoulder
my pen, my pad, and folder
plad and polo
solo in my travel
out of sight
so my brain remain agile
pen in my ear
on the transit in the rear
my swag my gear
so fresh
it's premiere
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