I am not listening
Who told you
When you are telling the truth.
But know, first, the truth.
And tell me the color
And the weight, height
Length, breadth and so on.
Tell me where you are
At this time while telling
And what you are doing.
You have no patience
To hear me, okay.
And you are going
In reverse order, be cautious.
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