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A costly privilege at rare times Inquired my dad, "How much the onions?" The seller, with a gasp, Replied: "It's for 55 Rupees a kilo, And you're holding almost two times."
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Onion Of My Opinion
A costly privilege at rare times Inquired my dad, "How much the onions?" The seller, with a gasp, Replied: "It's for 55 Rupees a kilo, And you're holding almost two times."
A humorous poem. A limerick. HP Poem #1209 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
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