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My days pass.


More at home

never like to roam

a home is a home

small or big

like to dig

eat few figs

read a book  with interest

that is the way I rest

with that my life is full of zest

a read, a write and a sleep

with thoughts not very deep

I stay at home all the time

not matter when the clock chimes.read and write

By meenas17

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

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