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May 16
Taiba wears her coats like a queen
The room warms up when she enters
She drops laughter like glitter behind her
When she eats chips, I expect they feel honoured
By the way, for you people from other lands, that's British chips. Big fat greasy fried pieces of potato. It's important that you understand.
Written by
Isabel  49/F/England
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