Classic poem of the day
Some day or other I shall surely come
Where true hearts wait for me;
Then let me learn the language of that home
While here on earth I be,
Lest my poor lips for want of words be dumb
In that High Company.
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Cheru’s the allergic emperor among the trees on the earth. Its dark violet nuts are rich source of itching energy. Though a single drop of sap – a hypocritical white in hue – could create an itching ecstasy, consequent crimson rashes frightened me with forebodings. Capsules complicated my condition. My body bloated like a python. My face transformed with an awkward look. Itching – I spent an anxious year. Browsing – I read a remedy for deadly diseases in the same......
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