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Jul 2013
When I was young,
Much more young,
They were young.

When they were in a mood to love,
Much in love they were than today,
They'd locked their door in my face.

When they used to argue inside,
I made way & quickly got aside,
They didn't - I locked myself up.
Now they don't fight because they hardly ever talk.
My HP Poem #374
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ)   
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