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The soul also must be fed
When others smoke happily in street corners
He too smiles poor fellow!
When passing the dim Pubs
He's very aggressive.
In a narrow path of a starry night
When baby dolls dance
He too dance with a yawn.
He explained to himself
The strange guy;
'Please wait and don't be hurry,
This tricky lottery of life
Does a miracle soon
And I fulfill all your innocent dreams.
I'll buy an expensive grey color metalic painted Hearse
And we do a full-blooded round trip Chum!
*Humbly I dedicate this scribbling to my poet friend Paddy. Martin
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by
Nimal Dunuhinga
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