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Sep 2015
At 6'o clock,
The clock strucks hard after completing its tick tock,
I pick up the remote,
Surfing the TV,
My eyes fixated,
My surroundings seem to fade,
And my head absorbed.
Suddenly the phone rings,
On answering the phone I faint,
I'm going to a marriage,
Where my crush is going to host.
Because I'm happy !!!!
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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