HOPE OF LOST GLORY
We doubt,we doubt if we'll make it
We've tried,tried all the merits
We've lifted all the heavy weights
We climbed,climbed all the heights
Our spirit is dead,dead to fight
Another hope from herbal doctor
We know of his adultered leaves in a motor
Claim to boost our hormones
To have the energy as common, man
Without it we are useless, useless without testosterones
This poem is about:
Our world
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