I do not find her on facebook
The golden heart is extremely sick
Her weak heart is a sad rock
I and Obama write her a book
About her tall, white historic neck
I sit down on the imaginative desk
And the queens bring me duck milk
To write a poem with rocket Tomah hock
I buy my future USA and Qatar.
I carve our story and my letter is magic
I can not find her page on Twitter
I ask USA leader Gemi Carter
What is this poor matter?
What a very sad lover?
At the grave I meet her dead father
To help me to find her
He tells me be a singer
And call her heart, it is a good listener
Knock on her heart door it is easier
To her mind you will be the winner
To her pen you will be the winner
To her heart room you will be the winner
To her family you will be the winner
To her past I will be the governor
To her mountains I will be the winner
To her clouds I will be the leader
And in our life no autumn no winter
No sad young trees and no summer
This is my life with my life the sugar.
Abdellatif Ahmed Fouad Abdellatif
غزالة السنبلاوين الدقهلية مصر