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Prize

Prize

Every time I to stage,
I nervous, this is my English
Many contenders, rich and wealthy
I still live in the imagination
She came, “Baljit, would you sing second.”
So beautiful, she was a collegiate
Some instances have no perception
It also has no intention

Dr. Baljit Singh
Sunday 6th May 2018
 

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