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Jan 15
When I follow my heart,
It leads me to you,
But when I follow my stomach,
It leads me to the fridge
To top it when we have visitors which is often,
It really matters what is left inside
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  69/F/Tanzania
(69/F/Tanzania)   
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