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c Friday, February 29, 2008 ' 10:22:00 AM d

i met with a datok
he came with datin
they sent here their son
to learn at curtin

salihin was there
he helped settle in
it was typical of him
to step up with his grin

we went for tandoori
they made me drink lassi
was really quite worth it
my resume they had asked to see

yay!

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~aishayang~





The Girl Y

1 2 buckle my shoe
3 4 shut the door
5 6 pick up sticks
7 8 lay them straight
9 10 a big fat hen

which the butcher increased the price of



Time Check Y

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