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Aug 30
If queer was a joke,
You’d be the first to laugh,
If queer was a guide,
You’d be the first one to be lead,
If queer was a song,
You’d be the first one to sing,
But when queer means queer,
You can’t accept it.
Why can’t you accept it?
Written by
Sofia  18/F/Australia
(18/F/Australia)   
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