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I Was Not Cruel

In a stilt-house I ate two-three drops rain with a bread slice; A mouse stared at me with fear of fear Bared I was on flooded map Ruthlessly a snake ate the mouse But I couldn't hunt the snake Oh; I was not cruel actually -Sunday, June 9, 2019 Chattogram

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