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Human
Some like to wear black
It makes them look slim
Yet want to attack
When it's colour of skin
They go on their travels
Wanting a tan
To be naturally brown
Is to sometimes feel banned
All hearts beat the same
Whatever the race
All tears still run clear
As they fall
From a face
Thursday 18th June 2020 10:18 am
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