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Mar 2019
Seesaw is here.

The rain patters

On the heels of

The sharp pins

Falling off the

Burning globe.

Shivering goes out,

But soon gets in.

The windows and doors

Are toothless.

Sometimes the guest

Departs after digging out

Some thrilling moments.
Mohd Arshad
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