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Poetry

By Milind Ajay Agate



The words ran to me

They said “make a poem out of we”

I had no thoughts in mind

So them words, I started to grind

To assemble them in rhyme

And to make them sound fine

I did as that said

And a ”Poem” was made.


By Milind Ajay Agate



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