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Breakfast (Free verse) by Dhanesh M Kumar

Hip hip … hip….hurai, Hip hip … hip….hurai Powell, Rice and their company sings the song with seamless joy; Throwing apart the countless skulls of 2 years to 80 years , They are rejoiced by the smell of oil. Miles afar their boss is busy , Eating the breakfast of many Other’s bone..

ALChemy 10-Mar-06/11:21 AM
Yes, something told me to check to see if he/she listed their country. When I saw Greece I was like SWEEEEEEEET;)
I hope Blue's not mad I really think he/she's an outstanding poet and a very smart person. I'm just having one of those smartass days.




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