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Dec 2015
I have been
with her
from her birth
she wish me first in morning
she used to play with me
throw stones on anger
touch my leg to sorry
cry and confess
debate
talk about glory
and insult
sometime invite me
in her dream
worried about..
when got drenched
on rain and heat..
she was a
daughter of
poor farmer
I'm her friend
Scarecrow !!!
JP
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JP  INDIA
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   Samuel Hesed
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