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Thing

Thing 


I don’t die
If I don’t eat, 
When I have 
Plenty of meat.

But how can I live,
If s(he) can’t live
When s(he) has
Nothing to eat. 
 



By: R K Chowdary Jasti
@all copyrights reserved
22.01.2013@11.15pm 


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