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Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

swing

  • an empty swing stands waiting in a children’s park remembering happy times When sounds of  laughter  mingled with the shrieks of joy as the children demanded “swing me high”   It it was one of a pair: twins in blue that ruled the playground with children queuing for their turn. Till one day a chain Read more

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