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Jan 2017
Acrostic poem.
I tell you all 'bout yourself so deeply.

Loss of words I'll never get surely,
Over the cliff we will fall freely,
Victory will come so quickly,
Ever imagining it as purely.

Your question goes clearly,
Of course sharing openly,
Up & above all happily.
My HP Poem #1400
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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