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Dark
Caroline is an old clerk, Now she is out of work, She has no special perk, She wants to find the jark, So she goes to the park, It is very dense dark, She walks on the tree's bark, She hears the sound of snark, Finally she finds the secret mark, She also sees a lovely lark, It tries to shirk, Suddenly ,it catches by a spark, And it has become a chark , Alas! I am not a nark.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani
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