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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Longer Words

It is the fear of long words,
Inside this phobia is a name
That frustrates.
One has an ailment now that sayings
Reach the paths of destruction.
One of the cruelest names
Subjugates a phoney war,
One of the wars that seemed to be existent.
Beneficial names instigate the souls,
Your ale and stale drinks connive
Towards the oblivion.

Drink then and me merry!
Time and more time seems feared
But the seal of the names
Appears to be flowing nature.
Naveed Akram
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