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Hadith-I

His girl knows He a man still at the date is docile to His mother and she like the lion Just she can cased So she says, love, I like to eat your mum’s Sweet heart if you love me so He said, mother, I beg your piece of heart Mother gives the whole Sun gone down Reddish light flits in sky, he run to reach To bestowal his heart likes Dipping bloods makes the path slide and rough Voice of mother waves out of heart Take care, my son, run but slow 09/10/14 Kadamtala

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