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Apr 2016
I am tidying my room,
Because it will get messy again.

My dad is cooking us dinner,
Because we will get hungry again.

Mother earns some money,
To replace that which we spent,
Again.

I want to do something,
For the first time,

Again.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
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