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Mischievous Devil Angels Heart

Mischievous devils with Angels heart That is how I once used to be Hopping over fences and hedges Swinging on branches of maple tree Falling into puddles of Mud Covering that mud all over me Hiding those clothes under the bed Thinking that mum might never see Building stairway  to the heavens With my tiny building blocks Drawing my dreams all over walls Making puppets out of socks Jumping on sofas climbing the doors Turning the whole house into a wreck Massaging mum's shoulders every night As she said  I was pain in her neck

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Date: 3/5/2018 6:23:00 AM
It s such a beautiful written poem and an enjoyable one to read, childhood is only for a limited time and we must enjoy it to it s fullest for then start the great responsibilities of life, jobs, children etc so we should always enjoy our time as once it s gone, it shall nevercome back, I really like the line building stairway to heaven, the only way to heaven is to earn salvation that according to we muslims is the life of holy prophet
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Nimra Asim
Date: 3/6/2018 3:26:00 AM
thatx exactly how it follows.. "Heaven lies under mother's feet" and those who relax their parents' b4 going to sleep build up their stairs to heaven =) .. Glad u noticed

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