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Cry Mama why does your voice ... Mama you still have a choice Dada tell her not to... Dada sell your pride too Children hi...
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When the PC tells me its busy Oh! I loathingly stare at that blue spinning icon A tiny tremor tingling my very cells Infi...
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Losing Time He glanced at the 'Sands of time' A poem framed on silent halls Grainy his thoughts seemed as he stared Co...
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Birthday Eve 2016 Sometimes I start to wonder and it becomes a journey . The only steps I have are the continuous intrigue of an intu...