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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Utility bills and hobbies, Keeps me always busy, Then we planned happiness, And freshness to enjoy, Prospering a day of life. A waiting for holidays, What is coming? Then encouraged to plan, How shall we celebrate a festival? Savings minded a belly of saving’s Pot. Every weekend when we sat together, Opened a penny pot, Then counted the coins, And analysed the marketing, We targeted to enjoy our pockets. The rising prices, Recession or damped values, Digger a hole in the past, Where shrinked coins, Embraced kindness and cooperation. Increasing options and a developed mind, Caged happiness, where Barriers built boundaries, A religion, Tradition and a language, Put fire in our hearts to smoke. A smouldering brain, Wandering for rest, Crying for peace, But A trigger, Always pointed at him. There was a valentine day, Before a night, Children decorated living room, And locked for sudden joy, When we were sleeping in bed. After eighteen year’s marriage, Wife wrote me a love letter, I felt young and loose, Eighteen’s burden of life, I enjoyed her again as in my young age. Happiness cracked down the barriers, My family was encouraged, They planned progress, Supported peace, A valentine day fragranted in my life. My closing heart sprouts, As a red rose, And soft petals Hide all thorns And I forgot my pain.
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