An ode to the Sandstorm that impaired my Internet connection for a while.
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The dust covert,[/b]
The rain compromised.[/b]
When they met; sparks flew.[/b]
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An elegy to their union,[/b]
Or so I say……….[/b]
Retorts one avid, “what if they’re both men? “[/b]
I say – “Isn’t a crime to be gay! “[/b]
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They try to blend to their best,[/b]
But amidst the flying twigs,[/b]
I’d love to see them make a nest[/b]
__________R.Ajay.Kumar
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The dust covert,[/b]
The rain compromised.[/b]
When they met; sparks flew.[/b]
[/b]
An elegy to their union,[/b]
Or so I say……….[/b]
Retorts one avid, “what if they’re both men? “[/b]
I say – “Isn’t a crime to be gay! “[/b]
[/b]
They try to blend to their best,[/b]
But amidst the flying twigs,[/b]
I’d love to see them make a nest[/b]
__________R.Ajay.Kumar