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At the living room

At the living room
I just roam
Sometimes sit
With all my kits
Take out my favorite items
Make a tantrum
Sometimes stand
With new shoes of good brand
Watch television
Sit till intermission
Munch peanuts
And almond with fret
Soon get tired
Tommy my pet barks
Sits with me in the dark
I stroke it's back
It goes towards wall crack
Searches scrutinizing
I lie down yawning

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At the living room, by Uma Natarajan 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Uma Natarajan 5 days ago
Jason Jerome 5 days ago
So good to see you,
A cheeseeburger
Would never steal
The divinity
Silent dignity
Of you
I wont tell 
He waits
Give em hell
Sonja Carnes 5 days ago
I like the different style
And crafting
Excellent work here!
Good one  Uma!
Mottakinur Rahman 5 days ago
ARUN MAZUMDER 5 days ago
fine read
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