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Jan 2019
You think your poor,
   I had to lick an iron bar for my vitamins..

And lets not even go to why
                my lips where always orange.

I told people that the tan parlour
                                  got my order wrong...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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       ---, Edmund black, Khoisan and Poetic T
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