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Dec 2012
Born an only child,
Grew up with toys,
Talking to myself,
I'm my strange friend.

Was never so wild,
Blew off with noise,
Keeping to myself,
I'm my strange friend.

Neither was so mild,
Chewed 'em with teeth,
Speaking to toys,
I'm my strange friend.
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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