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Having many irons on fire Willing to die in harness tire Take boll by horns to weather Bound with the birds of feather Sweat, thirst being leap in dark Can see rotten vest pale mark! Yet throw gauntlet to cut a gardian knot Exalte the trap wince it's fate wrote By the pinch of salt to stop Make out rest on laurels! nope Being at sea about own strife Do i drag it or the life!!
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
#The Puller #
Having many irons on fire Willing to die in harness tire Take boll by horns to weather Bound with the birds of feather Sweat, thirst being leap in dark Can see rotten vest pale mark! Yet throw gauntlet to cut a gardian knot Exalte the trap wince it's fate wrote By the pinch of salt to stop Make out rest on laurels! nope Being at sea about own strife Do i drag it or the life!!
An untold story of rickshaw puller.
#sweat#hardship#thirst#puller
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harsh-sandhu
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
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