Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Eureka! it is alive.
It slipped on a banana skin, and felt the hamstring gripe.
It did went tender and red, there was slight swelling.
When I ignored you child while you were begging,
My conscience did come calling.
Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
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