Paul was a gold man A coal, glow and flow man It was in the city then He became a foreman Paul was a light man A bright, right and flight man On the track were his eyes set The strongest man you ev
I sit with a book, but my mind takes flight, Scrolling feels urgent, yet it steals my light. Tomorrow’s exam, but today’s a blur, A promise once made—forgotten, unheard. Reels whisper, "Just one more
Yashika, a five year old girl, playful and a little bit naughty, was a bundle of energy. A pure extrovert, she slipped home from school, humming to herself under the sun. As she reached home, her eyes
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