My dear David Wood,
So many cobwebs are there
In our lives, look.
The network is so strong
And we are so obsessed
We have no time
To stay at our own
Observatory room.
My dear, David Wood,
We should recalled
We are in an obligation
Not to go with oblique path,
Still we are closing all
That are naturally opened for us.
I think, you have catched me,
As because we are all
In the same boat
That is going on in our time.
Okay, life is here with us
To make merry,
Let us be ready and enjoy
The mercy.
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