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I was traveling in a bus which struck in and backed, Filled inside there was a sack, Kept in the bottom of the rack, With some magical pixels which seemed much better than the apple book mac, Behind it there was a map, Leading though a new way and sounded like wrap… Though there might be some gap, Or turn my brains cap, The possibilities were filled in a zip that sound of zap… But finally, I touched the destination and gave it a happiness with a clap, Gave a humble pat, Like a squeak of a rat, And meows like a cat, With adventures and difficulties all wound in that mat, And that’s how you fulfill your dreams if you think about that! Vishvi. aurora
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
magic led to tragic
I was traveling in a bus which struck in and backed, Filled inside there was a sack, Kept in the bottom of the rack, With some magical pixels which seemed much better than the apple book mac, Behind it there was a map, Leading though a new way and sounded like wrap… Though there might be some gap, Or turn my brains cap, The possibilities were filled in a zip that sound of zap… But finally, I touched the destination and gave it a happiness with a clap, Gave a humble pat, Like a squeak of a rat, And meows like a cat, With adventures and difficulties all wound in that mat, And that’s how you fulfill your dreams if you think about that! Vishvi. aurora
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vishviaurora
16/F/India
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
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