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 Jul 2020
Àŧùl
Is anyone else here,
Facing this problem
That every new poem
Becomes invisible for others?
My HP Poem #1871
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2017
Thisis A Pseudonym
There once was a man from Calcutta
he spat game like no other,
women would sleek and swoon
take him to their room
this list includes your mother.
 Feb 2017
Àŧùl
It is the feeling of having previously met,
Not necessarily as a professional vet,
Dairy animals mooing to attract.
My HP Poem #1426
©Atul Kaushal

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