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Jul 2015
You have no choice..but to eat me
I know you hate my smell
Because when you cook  me
Those who enter the corridor will smell me too.
Some hates me because I live in a pool of blood called sauce.
You can cook me different ways but my taste will remain the same.

Who am I?
I am TIN FISH
#univesity life#home away#no option #
Written by
Tshepiso Faith Moshupya  Turfloop campus
(Turfloop campus)   
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