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They search my tongue, individually, old and young. See my mouth, one by one. But sadly they find none. Declare me dumb in turn. And when all of them return. I Pull my hand from pocket. Slowly like bomb or rocket. I look at right one and smile.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
My Real Tongue
They search my tongue, individually, old and young. See my mouth, one by one. But sadly they find none. Declare me dumb in turn. And when all of them return. I Pull my hand from pocket. Slowly like bomb or rocket. I look at right one and smile.
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mdasadullah
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mdasadullah
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
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