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What I called 

Now my sandles get's hole
A smile like a crow
People think foolish when I
Speak with Devi Durga Prasad is
Butter I am nonsense
Because of My identity card 
My feet rub clean with butter as I have a hole in my sandles

        I can't be able to walk
Because if I do I sit a sat come
Pary her to My faith and true emotional behaviour on me because I boon and blessings by her butterfly love of each.......count less lessons what we enjoyed

With Love all
Jagdish bajantri

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