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Oct 2017
So it rains to our discomfort
Never fails to show our loopholes
Bringing movements to a halt
Exposes faulty drains and potholes
So it rains to our discomfort
But most of it becomes the sea
So drench yourself while you can
You will miss it in summer's heat
MAYUR
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MAYUR  26/M/INDIA
(26/M/INDIA)   
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