Punji dhan rashi makara rashi key liye keytu ganpati ji key shaath hai our kunji ki kacvi keytu mharaj hai.
Pichle baar lasun kha kar jivan jitey thai but abb ek hi moksha ashk Namak ka Modak hai.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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"People were grabbing toilet paper off the shelves as if their survival, their very lives, depended on it." opening line in the story "Covid Love" by Maxwell "Max" Burchett.
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MY DAD
"The day I knew better my father I had. It was the funeral of my dad... In the mid journey of life ,he left us alone.. Showing us big truth of life, he was gone."
I Miss you ABBU??????
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The cabbage, wilting on the edge of sanity,
bleakly views the blackened pot.
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Truth means little to the rabbit
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The noise of Coronavirus is loudest in countries presided by old men and by media owned by old men, everything that coughs, sneezes or peeps at the Hospital is now tagged Coronavirus, there are no more causalities from diabetes, hypertension and even Cancer or HIV are on sabbatical and just as their enemy was removed, the numbers are dropping. if this is not a conspiracy, tell me what it is
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Scuttlebutt is just about the only thing one gets for free in modern era. Everything right cost some cabbage.
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My poetry 's
never been a
Rebel-rouser,
Just a rabble-douser.
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"A mirror can reflect who you are, but it can never determine your course of life "
-Jabbes-
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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Regarding-The I Hate Stinkin Contest Theme. I hate contests rabbit if you like it or not. So again take your bunnies and award them top spot. Let your bunny hops become a turkey trot. Where the friendliest gobbles are sought. I take your contest as food for thought. Where I rabbit digest no stinkin plastic in the pot.
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In my harbor, there was no lighthouse. Just two sharks that circled my innocence, grabbing a feel. A second-grade teacher followed by a ninth-grade janitor scenting blood, bait, boy as if I was their prey. The sea held this secret for fifty years and in its aftermath, nothing was ever at bay.
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"She stuck out her tongue at me, and pushed me into a wall, and grabbed my ponytail; I don't care that it was twelve years ago, I am still mad."
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"When I get crabby, I need a friend fix."
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To dabble with insanity is to flirt with the Truth
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There are 2 types of people in the world. Some are like ocean- the deeper you go, the closer you're to finding PEARLS; others are like Cabbage- the deeper you go, the closer you're to find NOTHING !!
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As soon as I concluded IT was a cabbage, I gave up!!
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I kept un-layering with a hope to find some emotion and eventually concluded IT was a cabbage!!
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"Walk in Light with Love in your Heart and only Truth on your lips" © Paul Crabbe 1990
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As a fiction writer, I allow jerks to think they have the last word. Eventually, aspects of their vapid personalities are sprinkled into my work... my villains sound more true to life, thanks to them. I have deep gratitude to the petty, mean and ugly people I've met. They have allowed me to develop petty, mean and ugly antagonists. I get the last word in every story I write and have published. Success always speaks louder than angry babble.
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But what if death inspires me like a rabbit inspires a dog?
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Rabbits they run where wolves walk
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The contentment squeezed from abbreviated years is more desirable than protracted years immersed in regret.
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in 1982 anni frida lyngsadt of ABBA told us there was something going on. It is now 2015. We are starting to find out what. And we don't like it
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You can babble on and on about subjective morality, but the bottom line is, everyone has to be someplace.
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