HE PICKED THE COTTON RIGHT OUT OF MY HARLEM BLUES, TAILOR MADE ME A HEADREST FOR WHEN MY SOUL GOT EASILY BRUISED... AND I KNITTED HIM A CLOAK THAT WAS EMBROIDERED WITH DIAMONDS THAT WAS DUG WITH MY VERY OWN HANDS, REACHING DEEPER THAN THE BEDROCK WHEN IT WAS HOTTER THAN THE DESERT SANDS.... MY TEMPLE IS SACRED LIKE THE MOSQUE OF A MUSLIM WHEN SHE'S TRYING TO WORSHIP WITH TRUTH AND SINCERITY, YET I CAN'T BUT SOMETIMES WONDER WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE DOES HE RECOGNIZE IT AS LOYALTY OVER MY VERY OWN PROSPERITY.... OFTEN OUTNUMBERED BY SHORT SHORTS THAT BARELY COVERS A WOMAN'S ASS, I STILL ACCEPT ALL MY FLAWS AND THIS ANXIETY TOO SHALL PASS....
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Clever piece of writing, salute!
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