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Write a little,
Even a line or two.
It would cheer you,
For it would connect you to your past.
Writw a little so that happiness remains,
As it is need for all of us.
Adios!
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Write a little,
Even a line or two.
It would cheer you,
For it would connect you to your past.
Writw a little so that happiness remains,
As it is need for all of us.
Adios!
Come and see the glory,
Which we have achieved.
It isn’t something ,
At the top of the mountains,
But it is small and truly dear,
As in our hearts,
Love blossoms.
That’s all.
Adios!
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Jumping and down,
The girl told her mother-,
“Ma, I have won”.
Her mother hugged her tightly,
And gave her four freshly baked warm cookies πͺ,
With warm milk,
As her reward.
The girl was happier than ever,
And was more happy about the cookies,
Than the fact,
That she had won.
Adios!
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A big tree with a toy bus was found in the old fairyland. Every once in a month the best behaved fairy would get to play with the bus.
The tree was planted in 1800 BC and was revered as a God by all fairy beings.
But they didn’t know much about it, except the old keeper of records who wouldn’t open his mouth about the tree.
It still remains a secret.
Lets see….if the secret is revealed later on.
Adios!
A new morning,
To rise.
A new morning,
To sing.
A new morning,
To think.
A new morning,
To be alive.
A new morning,
To drink a glass of warm milk or tea.
A new morning,
To thank Lord for it.
Adios!