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Dec 2017
It's
Midnight
Walking alone
the quiet city
Could hear some mild music
the giggle of small flowers
from the near by park
looked in..
a beautiful woman
admiring the flowers
Decided to enter but
watchman said, "No sir,
Please go.
She was not a woman
She is the seed of the tree, comes
out during midnights to admire her children's!!"
JP
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JP  INDIA
(INDIA)   
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   Chandler Rain
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