Monita Soni Biography

Do tell me
My friend

What is it you hide
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She suddenly stood up
In the middle of the workshop
Her stuttering tongue
Clickety clack in her head
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A sudden burst of energy
A galley of girls
In cute skirts
Short shorts
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She bathes at daybreak
Dons cheery floral prints
Face aglow
With a dab of Vanilla lace
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On my daughter's twenty second birthday
I woke up rested
My aching muscles needing
the sleep
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