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Jan 2014
I went to far away Bicol
And there the air was cool
I met Ate Wendy and Nanay Vicky
And there we played scrabble everyday

Oh! Nanay thought that I was sickly
So she cooked my favourite spaghetti
How I wished I could stay longer
But I am afraid of our Father Master
Written by
Glenn Calamba
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