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Jun 2016
I stand here an imperfect plate,
Unlike everyone else I have a chip,
It's permanent and it won't go away,
The other plates don't include me from activities like running over the moon,
When someone else has a chip it's no big deal,
But when they see me they run in terror.
It's a poem
Thomas
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Thomas  22/Canada
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   Ja and Michael Angelo
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