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It is a word limit

It is a word limit

The other side was obviously beautiful, I was reading
I admitted, limits I have
My muscles got tight, hands trembling
As if, the man on the motorbike came
I said, it is prosperity
People appreciate the garden, which I wasn’t aware of
It is much to do with, what we have, which I wasn’t aware of

Dr. Baljit Singh
Wednesday 2nd May 2018
 

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