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I think therefore I am …… I think !!! Cut the crap, I am here to write so that I get loads of traffic and I feel important ……

What my heart says

I miss you jaan. I miss the soft touch of your hands, I miss the touch of your hair which used to flow down my shoulders when you, softly, standing near me put your head on my shoulder. The sparkle of your teeth which added a glitter to my life is missing. I miss your whys, why nots, and your no no nos.

$%^@&*&*& ……. life is miserable.

And then they are showing this ad from an insurance company, the girl is a young child, the father wipes off her tears as she has lost in some game and is crying. In the next shot she grows up to become a pilot, the father has tears in his eyes seeing the girl grow up and realize her dream…….and the girl wipes off those tears in her father’s eyes as he did in the previous shot…… who will wipe my tears off….you went away baby, who will give me my daughter. O my reason to be I now have no reason to be.

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There was a Naughty Boy – By John Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings-
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at 'is back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the North,
To the North,
And followed his nose
To the North.

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red-
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.

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