When a Person
Dirt,
When a person breaths,
Comes into our mouth,
And a person,
Spits it again,
On the earth,
Where from,
It starts to fly,
It was cool,
It seemed to me,
As it was happy,
To come back home.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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