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Crystal cliff from the dale of Dhurung, covered with a motherly pad It was 1986; winter's biting cold hugged the spacious birthing cry The sweetmeats invited harshly the ominous job suspension letter Boy child, the Persian moon wandered alone laps to laps opening eye Started movement of life on the first day of the year as a fad baker ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 01/09/2022

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