Someone said; she is very black
It’s so dark, and dirty
But it cleans your neighborhood
It’s not great but can give a contract for that
But need to pay for that
So what? It’s in my hand
But poor thought, I am not able for that
She does it without any profit; except for food
Yet is not visible as usual
Good heart is less in number
Will be void in near future….
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