MOMMA

Moth! Make me happy, Childhood we knows not But old getting make us a sturdy Who should I compare thou with? Mommie! He love me when am dull Am strubly excited to have you as a mommie. Packs under uni roaring for the damsel Never not give, because its Virgo Matthied till honey moon. Caring will I do When rich My God MoMA Oluwadamilola MoMA I call you