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By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

Digging the fossil
foot. Satisfied less
I want my old coin.

The early call was
for preacher, who will not
get up by funeral.

Books are ugly.
Will write magnolia.
The yellow waxy monk.

By Satish Verma | Feb 26, 2015 | Category > Poem >Nature | Comments | Views 786


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