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Sep 2023
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Once I dated a girl who could jive,
Six seven eight nine ten,
Then I let her go again,
Why did you let her go,
Because she made me slip on the floor,
What happened when you slipped,
I got a broken hip.
1/9/2023
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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