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Oct 2018
In his farm there was a small well
Filled with water and a small bell

For water when he had to Go
Always heard a big loud No

Days passed Months Passed Years passed so slow.
And most of the times all he heard was a big loud No.

Fed up and Tired with all the no
Desired for  another well he could go
Written by
misterN  30/M/Earth
(30/M/Earth)   
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