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Nothing and Nothing

Lets not be muddy, talk clear, and hear clear, and as well see clear, do you remember the day you were born, probably not, but you heard a lot about it, your parents joyed the fornight thereafter, and tossed you in air, didthey ever tell you if God sent anything with you, down as you were born, not even clothes as you were naked when you had come, now you are clamoring for everything, grasping and rapping hands and legs, to get all you can, you keep them in some kind of receptacles, be it house almirah or shelf, now ask yourself will you carry them back, when you are done and gone, no if you have not done what was not to be done, God probably would send you back with nothing on.

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