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My Family. My dad he is a champion the greatest in his craft. My mam is soft and gentle and some times she is daft. And i look at all the things we've done the places we have been. Dad's favourite colours red, and my mam's was always green. My brothers tuff and tumble, my sisters sweet disguise. I'm ever so humble an element of surprise. Though I take after my dad A champion that I am, and often I do silly things daft just like my mam.

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