SINDALA
"Sindala, how beautiful is my scion!" "Sindala, how beautiful is my heir!" Dad loved me when I was a tot, that he bought me stylish clothes I would wear to school, and the teachers got smitten by me. "Sindala, how gorgeous is my grandkiddo!" Grandma loved me during my tender age, that she stored my polenta in a sisal bowl, so that we could eat later with my mates. "Sindala, how radiant is my scout!" Dad loved me in my juvenile days, that he extracted my lower teeth for scribing, so that I couldn't get lost amidst the whites. "Sindala, how elegant is my skipper!" Dad loved me when I was a junior, that he pierced my ear for notching, so that I couldn't get lost amidst the whites. Dada loved me, Dad loved me in my prime. #Kiproo ```
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