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Oct 2019
TOWEL

After their bath, their towel they make me,

Some kind of mischief, in this they see.

My Freyanush n  Zoi's towel, I love to be.

Such a wonderful time of the day this is; filled with glee.

As hug me they;  with their lil bodies, wet I love to get.

To stay dry I dare not with them ever bet.

To run n  jump in my lap, a time they plan n set.

They somehow succeed in getting me wet.

To be their towel, is absolute fun, a sheer joy.

Love I, to be their towel; their live- fun- toy.

Willingly I become a part of their prank n ploy.

For these cute loving pranks, I am their envoy

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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