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Oct 2016
Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about wine with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's beer making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Beer or...
Wine? I'm not too fond of goblins,
I really hate bugs,
But I just think back to wine,
And I'm happy once again.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
talentmabungu
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talentmabungu  18/M/huston xl ,harare
(18/M/huston xl ,harare)   
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