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You enjoy on my pain

Am football, You kick me I move; To the direction you choose; Harder you kick farther I reach Yet under your feet; Made of hide Of unfortunate sheep, Children stitch, Then I come in play ground, In branded name; A modern day slave, Made of slaves, Have no voice To raise loudly; You enjoy on my pain; © sadashivan nair

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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