A long the streets I found,
Someone with similar features,
I saw someone I could,
Call my brother,
Or just a stranger,
With brotherly taste.
Along the second streets,
As the first one,
I got someone with looks,
Of my to be wife,
Or one who would keep me warm,
When cold strikes my bed at night.
Along the streets I found one who,
Resembled my child,
With a bottle on his nose,
Breathing limited air from The Father,
He had a enlarged forehead,
And a narrow neck,
One with red eyes,
Like a wild dog at night.
That can’t be mine.
Down the street is,
Where my mansion hiss,
Just behind the second block,
On the right of the city clock’s,
Long shining tower
Along the streets I keep moving,
Searching for my treasure.
@Joweda.
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