By : jessica dewi
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When sitting with you, I was so nervous, I do not know what I felt at the time, But what I know is very strange.
I smell something not so good,
Yes very sting that I guess,
The smell is so bad that it pierces,
But I did not dare look at him.
My friends want to look at you,
But I am ashamed and afraid,
I want to ask you something,
Do you fart?
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