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GUIDE GIRL


Poor girl, look at her face Her furl, not just a menace It is something else Everyone hate Back home, she was player She great mome, well known destroyer She gotten it crazy She cry it fuzzy Our intelligent fellow Taught us ton To fight or struggle She win and don't know Because she's no more
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AwaPR

We are four members in my family, me, mother, father and an elder brother. I study at Laureate International School - Zanzibar. I started my nursery education there in 2007. I started writing poems, short stories and novels when I was 8.

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