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Dieters Poem
Dear lord when I sleep tight tonight let me lose a stone
I promise if you do this god I will no longer moan
Make cakes, sweets and fast food, be free food everyday
I promise if you do god, I will go to church every day
Dear lord also make my Bust shrink and my Bum
Carrying this extra stone god really is no fun
Let me eat what I want morning noon and night
Unlimited amounts of choco...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:01 pm
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