Other half
In heart sediments words of comfy
Lavish support to stomachs hungry
With little they make a thrilling merry
For infants their milk has the best honey
Children yelling them mommy
Protective peace lies in their abode of territory
Upraising the satisfactory honey-hony
Maintaining standards they’re seen money
Could be the pivot of a successful memory
Fear for safety for they could burn dreams to ashes
Smart thee not for thy best in tactics
We cannot live without, Our other half
BY: CAMARA BARNES
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