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Rain And Shine


A rhyming poem


With the rain and shine

 coming  as though in nine

 rowed up in  a straight line

 looking very closely  fine

 he called me to  grand dine

 gave me a glass of delicious  wine

tole me it was  mine

asked me not to  cry and pine

ended zine.up greatly in a zine

 

 

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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