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I woke up this morning between dust and wonder lust
I woke up this morning between dust and wonder lust
And I confessed to the screen presence of a prodigy in my monitor
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
I also remember the exact line, often than not
with her wrinkled skin, or his a bit trembling hand on the steering,
Here they misunderstand too early
There is a probability of an unseen Beatrice everywhere, everyway
And all I understand
Old people love early
And the love is gold
And a parable is paying the dues
incurring later angels with your electricity bills
finding bad dark spots on your teen aged girl's skin.
Who is growing up, on a day, you did, way before
She hears a boy in response. A SOUND!
When she said, hi!
And he roared with his bike! O my! O my!
The world is loud with breaking the disputed law
that rings God's Gospell in a spell binder!
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Tamanna Ferdous
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