Under a luminous sky,
Often bedazzled I lie,
And the cars with lightning speed
With the roads hold a feat,
The whiff of wind a bit cold
Comes rushing too bold,
And I bedazzled roll down sleeves
Wishing the warmth of winter to blow its breeze.
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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