Help Her

Help Her short poem

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she wants to study
she also wants to have her best buddy
she also wants to play
she also wants to do art with clay
she also wants a sweet sleep
she also wants to roam around in a jeep
she also wants frendzz
to enjoy the life full of bends
she also wants to enjoy the food
she also wants some one to rejoice her mood
its her age to have a groom
instead of,in her hand, a broom
help her to live her life
full of rides and no rife

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Doing something new is what i love to do. Poetry is one of them. Neither much interested in reading all the poems nor do i have much knowledge about literature. But i write what i think. My heart holds my pen, not my hands. Welcome to the random yet colorful world of shubham.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Boy! has the world changed fast, yet we think we can get away with this. We must remember that the broom is attached to a stick and sticks can hurt. Beware.

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