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Prathipa Nair Mar 2017
Morning sun’s light
On my face so bright
Standing near the well
Brushing my teeth’s smell
Following a butterfly who rush
With my new blue brush
Blooming jasmine buds
Like white pearl studs
Bidding me to smell
Fragrance they spell
All these you can see
With your brush so free
In your countryside
Where everything nature decide !

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