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The folks bring forth waves That light up these days These dogs, these strays Strange are their ways Pen, paper and burning midnight oil Rhyme after verse, relentless I toil This imp in my mind, his plans I foil Soon it shall rain, I can smell the soil Lumbering in the night is this train We desire pleasure, but we need pain The hulking beast has been slain Nothing to lose, everything to gain Inch by inch, yard by yard Singing and dancing with the bard Your precious soul shall we guard This night sky, so beautifully starred These words make little sense At times we can be dense A quarter, a paisa, a pence A stone wall, a picket fence
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
A stone wall, a picket fence
The folks bring forth waves That light up these days These dogs, these strays Strange are their ways Pen, paper and burning midnight oil Rhyme after verse, relentless I toil This imp in my mind, his plans I foil Soon it shall rain, I can smell the soil Lumbering in the night is this train We desire pleasure, but we need pain The hulking beast has been slain Nothing to lose, everything to gain Inch by inch, yard by yard Singing and dancing with the bard Your precious soul shall we guard This night sky, so beautifully starred These words make little sense At times we can be dense A quarter, a paisa, a pence A stone wall, a picket fence
salil-panvalkar
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salil-panvalkar
Indian
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
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