That green mug of coffee with an ear,
what a graceful stance you hold to the sea;
among old folks of an ordinary man,
whose youthful love goes out of his hand,
that the pen hath writ her suitable boy,
a perfect image of thy infinite mind,
rocks the world with a rocking chair;
and by counting more I write thee less
than what lies buried in the forest deep,
has nothing in the world of what by love
you think fore'er be thy lady fair.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, October 18,2013 4: 12: 18 PM
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