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Jun 2019
We met,
To find a solution at least,
Everyone was professional,
Dedicated to his work day and night on call.
I was different,
Food first was my want,
So while they thought out of the box,
I ate from the box,
First theirs, then mine
After finishing set them in a line.
They came back famished,
But theirs I had already relished,
Fresh and without stress,
I thought under no duress,
The problem was the solution,
What a situation.
Remember eat first,
Then do your best.
No food,
Bad mood
24/6/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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