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Apr 29
A baker on our street could not bake,
He could only fish in the nearby rivers and lake,
Mum bought his bakery,
He bought our old fish factory,
Both are happy for God's sake.
28/4/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  67/F/Tanzania
(67/F/Tanzania)   
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