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Oct 2017
Men lie asleep on park benches,
and Ice-cream vendors wait patiently for customers,
and I see a tap with a dried throat.

Meanwhile a pinky girl arrives.
Joggles her dad,
daubs Ice-cream all over herself,
opens the tap to oblivion,
and gets drenched.
Shubham Dimri
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Shubham Dimri  21/M/India
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