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My blog is one place where I can be myself without worrying about my voice being too loud, my laugh too raucous or my ideas too weird.

Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

poem

  • 65 years and still counting A child born every minute 65 years and still shouting The same slogans every day 65 years and still waiting For every man to have a home 65 years and still hoping For a better life for every one 65 years and still building A decent network of roads 65 Read more

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