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SHADE Came they with instruments big and sharp, to chop off some trees; Happy they were to get some fire-wood, which would be free! Tired when they got, weary they felt, reached out for a fruit they did, of that same tree Breathless n exhausted they felt; realising not, that oxygen now disconnected was, from that tree Then to top it all; down they went, to rest in the shade, under that only remaining, single tree. Selfish n short sighted has a man become; bothered he is not about anyone; it's only me, me n only me. Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:21 PM UTC
SHADE
SHADE Came they with instruments big and sharp, to chop off some trees; Happy they were to get some fire-wood, which would be free! Tired when they got, weary they felt, reached out for a fruit they did, of that same tree Breathless n exhausted they felt; realising not, that oxygen now disconnected was, from that tree Then to top it all; down they went, to rest in the shade, under that only remaining, single tree. Selfish n short sighted has a man become; bothered he is not about anyone; it's only me, me n only me. Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:21 PM UTC
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