WILL
I have met a boy who is ill
His ills made him grill
He always thinks about his will
He is filled
With lots of skill
Miles to go to hold his will
And swallow a bitter pill
He always go through the mill
To achieve his will
His will is like a hill
He will achieve not immediatly
But sometime soon defenitly
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Its all about my friend who felt ill before his examination.he is used to share his will at his every possible moment and at last he lost everything..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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