We are always on the wrong note.
Is only when we thought of the good and bad notes
that we behave rightly.
Doctors on the expert note give not a staunch treatment to the queen premier of england.
Our flag is away before us.
Our spirit race after it.
Is our flesh on the right note ?
Our face remain the same in the mirror.
Our eyes brow become bigger.
Our eyes ball refuse not to trun right and left.
We sojourn in the east far away west of our nation.
We are heading towards the north far away south.
Our cardinal pole has a staggering holes.
We live in the plantation.
The plantation doesn't live in us.
Monkeys are not eating.
The green colour of the garden is becoming yellow.
The green colour of the fruit is becoming yellow.
But our black and white eyes is yet to be notify.
Sugarcane is no more sweet.
Bananas is no more edible.
Apple serves unsatisfy.
Monkeys wore a garment of disguise laughter.
North bend over on South.
East cross over to West.
South become North.
West turns South.
The cardinal points are missing.
The labourers are running out.
The flowers are left wild.
The gardens becomes uncontrollable.
Serenity is absent.
Charity has fly out.
The atmosphere is noisy.
Our laws are outdated.
Our ladies are on old-fashion.
Our men has turn to be rugged of the day.
The weather become rude.
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