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Vood pod Overflowing



A lonely night began to fight
To get the right the day as bright
A cave with its sound began to shout
With the hoity-toity of the birds so pure
It rained heavy to quite the zoo
To the very near came the lane
As empty as the pot led before
No plant no seed
A way began by itself
As a speed train
That is to happen
The rain drain
It was the rainy smell spread everywhere
As a bed of tea to the rare
A peculiar land appeared to say!! Hey! Hey!!
There is a scope aroused from the deep
To inhale it we have to weep
Not so yes it is
It is a day so pure so filthy





By: Farooq Hussain