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Aug 2022
I love one trick of my dear mum,
It may be funny or odd to some,
But it's a good one,
And fun.
Whenever you travel by plane,
To identify your luggage is a hassle and pain,
On arrival.
So I tie a small piece of rag,
On the handle of my bag,
So even if the other bags are same as mine,
I am cool and fine,
For I know from a distance,
As I watch the carousel in silence,
The luggage with the particular rag,
Is my bag.
24/8/2022.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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