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Jun 2016
Gift
Not by money
Not words as honey
In storm a calm
Hearts healing balm
In cold freezing feeling warm
In danger knowing no harm
Gift
Not in fortune made
Not in beauty that fade
Not a precious jade
Gift
A love thou hath got
A dream thy heart fought
Knowing not all lost
Pains forgot
Gift
Treasured in a friend
A love that not end
In thoughts a smile sent
Wounds doth mend
Friends are a gift a light house in stormy sea an anchor in troubled water
ajit peter
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ajit peter  chennai
(chennai)   
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