we talk a lot a lot like old friends
i want a house and you need money
we hope wall street can give the godsends
today we meet again at bystreet
i've my sweet home and my sweet baby
you still no money to pay your dream
"why does the dream haunt you always?"
"PHD dung can absorb a phd flower"
"Love is a dung hill", said the mirror:)
hehehe..
ps: i passed the test.