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The night was chilled and cold, and the people were fully warm, and I, like a strange vogabond, wandered near the Faisal's farm. a fallen leaf, tweany and pallid, crept to my slowly paced feet, as, to her mother, a crying kid, and I put it on my palm, then into pocket. Oh! Yes, it was shivering much like a baby contracted with fever, I felt its fast heartbeats and such a critical condition I saw never. I heard it say as I continued my errand " life needs care on this beautiful earth and a single and balm-smeared hand be praised and God had better fire his hearth."
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
Nature Is Calling
The night was chilled and cold, and the people were fully warm, and I, like a strange vogabond, wandered near the Faisal's farm. a fallen leaf, tweany and pallid, crept to my slowly paced feet, as, to her mother, a crying kid, and I put it on my palm, then into pocket. Oh! Yes, it was shivering much like a baby contracted with fever, I felt its fast heartbeats and such a critical condition I saw never. I heard it say as I continued my errand " life needs care on this beautiful earth and a single and balm-smeared hand be praised and God had better fire his hearth."
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mohd-arshad
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
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