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Jul 2019
My grandmother is whimsical,
Sometimes she laughs so hard,
That tears run down her legs,
And as she rushes to the loo,
We can hear assorted sound effects.
We too, end up in splits,
Only mum frowns.
25/7/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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       ---, ---, rose hopkins, Wekiya Brian Cyrus and Lily
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