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Lone Grumbling

Shabby Temple O' the tavern is; Inn for the loneliness; but alone I’m in crowded, none listens to anyone; and then an intoxicated brain swings into drowsy self! bubbling the word, muttering the poem ….. -April 10, 2019, Chattogram

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Date: 4/10/2019 5:43:00 AM
As I read these lines I thought, "This is our society in a nutshell. "but alone I’m in crowded, none listens to anyone; "
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