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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..

zodiac 11-Mar-06/10:07 AM
Wow, this is the best cynicism-related comment on poemranker ever.

I should mention, I gave my wife the Two Prisoners problem yesterday and she solved it in 5 minutes, math and all. Sometimes she simply astonishes me. She said it's because she knew, with you guys, the problem was going to end sitting in a cell, flipping a coin by yourself.




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