ye write fur yer visions a me, am no writin fur you, am maself oan this wave, an ma words are aw true, but there only a "GLANCE" et the soul that creates them, al show ma true self in a verse but al change in the time that it takes you tae read them an foally ma path, then al laugh when you try tae write back, cos yer words are the black an white frame ay yer mind, they remind me yer blind, that yer not of ma kind, am above an beyond any verses you hink ye can write, even though aw ma verses are "YOUR" only light, they inspire an tell ye tae foally ma gift but ye missed the sad fact that yer talentless writins are fawr fae ma track, am yer teacher thit hates that ye canny be taught, ITS A GIFT "its a gift" naw it canny be tought,,,,,,, """ITS A GIFT""" wee BATESY "Bhaby"
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 19:52:33 +0000
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