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Friday, May 25, 2007

The Sneak

To take a peek behind the couch,
I as a child lurks and crawls.
A spy, a sneak,
I makes no sound at all.

I knows that mom is napping there,
My smile, like a sword,
I grips my cymbals so-tight......

My mom has not been bored,
Since the day that I was born.
Mahfooz Ali
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