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Oct 2018
One to eighteen years,
Eat what your mum feeds you.
Nineteen to forty years,
Eat what you feel like.
Forty one to sixty years,
Eat what is good for your body.
And after sixty-one, sorry pal,
Eat whatever is served to you.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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