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Oct 2011
Awake arise The  hour is late
Angle are knocking at the door
They are in hast and cannot wait
And once departed come no more


Awake Arise The athlets arm
Loses its strength by too much rest
The fallow land the untilled farm
Produses only weeds at best

BY IKRAM ULLAH JANI
Written by
ikram ullah
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