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Survive

One morning, A rain season I came to my house Walking Through foothpath In the ten years of age Only people I found The city flag And later, Being hungry I was disgusted Please help me I was I would like to help Like a brother or a son That time A passenger bus I came into the Driver, and the "Oh boy crying Come with me If you like this job " I'm hungry Lier or a begger not Now I am able to I would like to carry passengers in From one city to another

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Date: 2/20/2015 2:20:00 AM
Well done to the theme of survival... Verlena
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