Love the world......
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Last published Thu, Oct 15, 2015
I wish i wasn't a BLIND...
and everyone would be KIND...
I would b able 2 SEE...
what's going on around ME...
Everyone cares about their LIFE...
but what about me ?....
I can't see whether it's spoon or KNIFE..
People everywhere hv lots of FUN...
but I can't see anything...
how can I play or hv FUN...
But still..but STILL...
this is wat I LIKE...
coz it's my God's WILL....
smday even u will STRIKE....
therefore frndz...
as u take BIRTH...
start loving this EARTH...
-##THE POET##-
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