My Poetry, Poetry Wake up July 6, 2025 goodnightnina Leave a comment Get up, get up, get up and get it. Gotta survive, Exercise. Got nuff foods, ital moods. Good morning rub my eyes. Again I rise. I woke up next to two beautiful girls. Then I walk the block. Praise the most high; beautiful skies. Om Numah Shivaya. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related