A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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DUSRO KO BADALNE KI CHAH
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्म
me fariyad karta hun
मैं लिखता हूँ,
कागज और कलम से प्यार
dominic my reallity
He is good,maybe ugly.
But all the same cute
His personality describes passion.
his way of life
KYA FARK PADTA HAI
कोई सब कहे, कोई चुप रहे,
तो कोई छाँव,
Pain Of A Broken Heart
Tears of blood fall from my
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If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,
for going that
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ
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I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
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I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
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A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun
