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Apr 2019
Oh miss I that childhood's sound sleep.

Into that childhood, let us once again peep;

Innocent n carefree, ourselves we must keep.

Once ills n tensions into our mind n bodies seep;

We cannot carefree be n  soundly sleep.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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