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Nov 2018
Little things that brought me down
Was always amidst the ***** gown
All hopes to see a fairy shown
But despite their breath it was a clown

It was sad, and bad
When they acted like a lad
The drought that I had
Was never known
Megha Sreevarprade
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Megha Sreevarprade  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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