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Between a Hen and a Pompano, Somewhere In Italic

Dedicated to an old memory of Dr. AQM badruddoza Chowdhury "Why were you there?" She asked. "Do you not love your sister? As she reflects your mother in the mirror... Does she not?" "Not exactly!" I assured Rather, she reminds me that the chicken is still mine But the spices are not! A ghostwriter, I, in her chores of chicken dish Adore my nephew, a grown up Imam now Did my kissing lips on his chick traced a daytime job? Arabic kiss is a root word there, a garbage clean up too much possessive a noun , sometimes breaks you free. And you will just choose among stair, stare or anything that needs mending and care, If not in these mending of linens, that will do also, cats are helpful too, fishes will also do, as one must cope As coping and coping in real terms is the only way to go about hope! As they say, between a hen and a pompano the lesser that countable feet are, the more healthy the diet will be!

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