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Mar 2020
I remember when you were seventeen
I caught you staring at me all the time
I couldn't get mad
Instead I just laughed
And I still have
The sand print painting
that you made
In fact I have it framed in my mind
I have every art piece you made
To remind me that you're always
Pure in intentions
The more she looked at me the more I liked her
Clinton munaba
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Clinton munaba  22/M/Tanzanian -Ugandan
(22/M/Tanzanian -Ugandan)   
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