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| Fabiola De Armas' Poetry | 
| Choir 
			 I joined the choir when I was five I was young and naive, but I loved to praise my Lord Singing makes me feel good and alive  I hit the notes until I had the best chord. My voice is my instrument to praise my God I feel my Lord blessed me with my voice Even if people treat me as a cod I still have the last word, it is my choice 
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 Grade 6 
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| Pinturas Fabiola De Armas • My Childhood • Choir • Daily life in cartoons • Prensa • Mi herencia hispana• Que rica vida |