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Three Legs

Three legs Three legs feeble old man came near my house to Knock the door i was inside of my house Third leg of his man alerted me To open the door. i opened. he entered also walking with his third leg. He said"that's the sound of my funny walking stick" He sat with with his two legs And gave a rest to third leg He likes his third leg than his two legs because its always with him protecting him ever. "why do i want walking stick" it's Like asking "why do i want parents" as a son, you are a third leg to your parents sometimes they are for you, you are for them They're depending upon you, third leg Without third leg, They couldn't go ahead.. U.S.Aurrobindhan

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/21/2012 1:34:00 AM
Ain't no shame it dependin on whatcha need!
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Auro Bindhan
Date: 6/21/2012 1:37:00 AM
say properly i cant understand
Date: 6/21/2012 1:08:00 AM
Nicely poem, well done. - oxox Anne-Lise
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