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Jan 2015
Black head
Near the bus station

A black head was standing

Came the bus

Was still standing

I wondered why!!

He also wondered why!!

Then we said

No one knows what's in The Black head
Written by
Salmane Driouch  Marrakesh
(Marrakesh)   
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