Mystery I Can't Tolerate
The mystery I can't tolerate
Like the problems a wise raise
A poor slave becoming a leader,
A fool who's got his wants fuller
A virtuous lady left uncarried,
A known harlot getting married.
Adebayo Sir Toby
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