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My Sister's Birthday
Happy Birthday to my very best friend, Your special day has come by again. We had so much fun last time around, you are the only one who make me proud.
Journey of love
After a long time, A very long time, A mishapening happened, Due to love, affection, satisfaction,
Hey megha...........××××××××××××^_^......, Are you listening, Now, I am getting pissed about my thinking Thinging about me & you
Hold my breath And take a long breathe Can't control tears, That fills in eye
oh! alas, the word starts my poetry, i feel sad and sad and triply, now, it's my habit
Once upon a time, My marks made me proud, But this time in ninth, It hides me in crowd,
I LOVE YOU
Every night you came in my dream, I am a biscuit and you were a cream, Every day i am thinking of you, You are my dream which came one day true,
life a chemeleon
The whole life a chameleon Changing its colour time to time Sometimes it looks like a neon Sometimes it dull like a crime;
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My Sister's Birthday
Happy Birthday to my very best friend,
Your special day has come by again.
We had so much fun last time around,
you are the only one who make me proud.
Each year november 13 is a wonderful day,
As we march forth in our own fun way.
Just hanging around and laughing a lot,
It is truly amazing what we have got.
Cries of joy and happiness galore,
And that is what I most adore.
Your yawnful laughter and zest for life,
But I am there to keep you from strife.
How lucky i am to have sister like you,
you take care of mine, wheather I never ...