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The Bitter Apple

The city tops in murder But is among the safest So says well known newspaper Last night the apple was sweet This morning it is bitter Time so weird inside the brain Till the other moment no Doors there were in the closed room Now five doors as you can see Pitch black night as sun rises Very dense packed cloud in sky Many a lie in the truth Such is life in cup and cone Flat land where we seek fine hills World is an oxymoron ______________________________________ 31/8/2016

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Date: 9/8/2016 6:35:00 PM
Yes, most certainly the world is an oxymoron. Great message in this one.
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Probir Gupta
Date: 9/9/2016 12:40:00 AM
Thank you ...