I regret for being cute... /
hence people kiss me... /
by force, through whichcraft! /
That is why i don't wash myself... /
So, i rather be stinky /
and be surrounded by the flies... /
Koena France Mokoena
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I understand why you had to do that. Being cute, it is like a bone to the dogs. Thank you for sharing.