If I say the most easiest thing
in cooking is boiling eggs
you will not perhaps disagree
with me but I splash my face
when I wash the spilled one
under the running water and
grand father told me how did
he spoiled his first attempt ,
experience is like riding over
the knowledge so my friend
always looking for a man who
rides over the horses as she
was cheated once, no more,
she wants to burn her thighs.
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