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Jul 2020
Here’s a ***

for you. It’s no longer
milking the babies. It’s
cool shaking for
savings.

Here’s an ***
for you. It’s no longer
walking the malls
on patrol. It’s twerking
and working for gold.

Here’s a belly
for you. It’s no longer
in incubation for
the next generation.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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