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Aug 2019
Count to ten
Let your temper go away
At the first second, or knock yourself out
At the second slices away the cake, count the next one
The third second comes after a day of the second coming before it
The fourth one, wait for near a five-second stop between minute indents
Sixth, seven, then comes eight
Where's nine, close to your thumb
It's in your pocket asking for seconds
Before it is ten seconds, you're out of time.
So, before you get angry
Count to ten
Continent...
Ten-four
Common time
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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