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Jun 2018
Now
New nows come from the after
Never a now that stays
What you thought was a chapter
May just be but a page
For many a scribbles jotted when
Of what made sense then
Some of it I'd like to have erased but
Time happens to be a pen
Don't go round about counting nows
Instead make the nows count
Finish the **** book before you die
Your stories will be here to haunt
MAYUR
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MAYUR  26/M/INDIA
(26/M/INDIA)   
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   arizona
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