NEW DANCE

Dance,
I don't like this chance,
They play with no balance.

They enjoy,
Every one with a boy,
And become as a toy.

Tightly And short cloth,
No respect to both,
Up to twelve fourth.

They play with no torch,
Other steal their pouch,
Oh God! We can't reach.

If they come in force,
I play Quito in hence,
Without looking their face.

If they remove their cash,
I answered in harsh,
Sitting until they finish.
I

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My country

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