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Milk rice curd and fish brinjal chilli and gourd not one item I would miss not forget one word. Mom would say write them down so don't you leave anything banana butter tea bread brown a world of goods to bring. I run on the way muttering those stuff curd and fish fine tea on my head they hit me rough jumble my memory. *The sky today is yawning blue clouds sail like milky raft in the wind is a drift of sweet brew incense's misty waft! Walk easy boy don't go so fast aren't the birds on mystery flight look up to see how in wind's gust soared high in the sky the kite! There's a crowd in charm of magic wand a snake dancer with his wooden flute brought bagful tricks from distant land snakes caught from jungles remote! On the playground is running a match ball rolling from net to net why not stop for some minutes' watch keep brinjal and gourd on wait!* The field is green trees' shade alluring dreams come in bird wings' flap milk rice curd now a distant thing the boy takes a nebulous nap.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
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Milk rice curd and fish brinjal chilli and gourd not one item I would miss not forget one word. Mom would say write them down so don't you leave anything banana butter tea bread brown a world of goods to bring. I run on the way muttering those stuff curd and fish fine tea on my head they hit me rough jumble my memory. *The sky today is yawning blue clouds sail like milky raft in the wind is a drift of sweet brew incense's misty waft! Walk easy boy don't go so fast aren't the birds on mystery flight look up to see how in wind's gust soared high in the sky the kite! There's a crowd in charm of magic wand a snake dancer with his wooden flute brought bagful tricks from distant land snakes caught from jungles remote! On the playground is running a match ball rolling from net to net why not stop for some minutes' watch keep brinjal and gourd on wait!* The field is green trees' shade alluring dreams come in bird wings' flap milk rice curd now a distant thing the boy takes a nebulous nap.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
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