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To create,
Is to love yourself.
To be free of all.
To be with your ownself,
Which often goes missing
Create and be happy.
Adios!
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To create,
Is to love yourself.
To be free of all.
To be with your ownself,
Which often goes missing
Create and be happy.
Adios!

A big milk glass,
Was left untouched.
It is a common story in all households.
But now it is a rule to finish it up,
Or Tim’s evening games would be stopped.
It’s a tough choice.ππππ
Adios!

A test for the common,
Leaves nothing for the best.
It demands the very best,
And hard work.
A test for the uncommonly rich,
Requires only fame.
Isn’t it?
Adios!

A singing flower,
Came into existence,
In the fairyland.
From there it reached onto the earth,
Bringing millions of happiness with it.
The singing flower lived in a far away place,
But whenever it sang,
The morning dew, the grass, the birds and animals,
Especially the elephants would sing.
They still do now,
Only few humans can hear them.
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Adios!

The sales target for the marketing group,
Was hard to reach.
It became more harder,
As the sales slowed down,
Much below their reach.
They were helpless,
And were left crying.
At last,
When their salaries failed,
They remembered to pray to Lord,
Who winked,
And their sales did improve,
But if they don’t improve themselves,
Then their selves are definitely bound to fail!
Then there is no getting up from itππ.
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Adios!