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Thursday, December 31, 2020

Smell a rose

Fancy a walk, a jog or sprint, 
On a misty morning clay
Just feel the thump of y’er happy heart,
Forget what stopwatch says

Your neighbor’s driveway boasts new car,
Thomas owns house at bay
Just mow your lawn, and pause to yawn,
On a chirpy sunny day

 

Own all the treasures in the world,
That show up on ebay
But do try Amazon in Brazil,
Where in these jungles, stay

 

Rejoice what came to pass a bit,
And dream what’s yet to play
Just forget not to smell a rose,
From the garden of Today


The Pink Floyd saga

The child has grown,the dream is gone. And I have... now become uncomfortably numb.Patrolling the two farthest ends of the G-wing terrasse of the geezers' (G has no analogy of any kind to weeds) hostel,if you would call it, with the mercury down to the freezing point of my feet and the reddening acme of my nose,I had attained my enlightenment.
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A Purple Story

Viola descended the spiral staircase of her magnificent chateau with the befitting grace of her blue blood.Earl Ameranthine had had this imperial air and his daughter had followed the suit.She looked strikingly beautiful,her azure eyes,reflecting in them the assuage of the evening sky.
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THE CHEMICAL COLOUMN

French Forum

Credits

w3c schools

Meenakshi Madhavan

Shobhaa De

Tinypic.com

Ouchmytoe.com

Shruti Parashar

Mitchellaneous

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