Over 70 Springs
What are you saying?
Oh! You are a mad at all!
Can sweet dreams yet,
Don't call me an old!
I have just over 70 springs.
What do you want to know?
Oh! You aren't a good observer!
Can sing yet like as my first time,
Don't call me an old!
I have just over 70 springs.
Do you want to kill me?
Oh! I won't die time to time!
Can do all that has grown,
Don't call me an old!
I have just over 70 springs.
Are you normal as like me?
Oh! Don't judge a book by it's cover!
Can touch the moon, six for six in a over
Don't call me an old!
I have just over 70 springs.
Copyright © Pintu Chandra Deb | Year Posted 2017
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