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Apr 2013
I'm but a humble scribbler,
Who cures what's dark with light.
My body can't be feebler.
My voice - my spirit's might.

Not getting much attention,
I hardly know acclaim.
Too wise for desperation…
My deeds - my future fame.

30-03-13
Timmy Shanti
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Timmy Shanti  39/M/Sol III
(39/M/Sol III)   
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