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IncholPoem Jan 2019
The  sound  of  bell
was  passing
over  the  bed  of  roses
then  the   ear  side  area
of  a  fast  friend
by  touching
devotion  of  the
teacher.

By  knocking  the
door  of  a   ****  and
bull  story.

By  touching  
phase of  the  moon.

It  was   singing  the
burdein  of  a   song.

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