PAPER BOAT Read Count : 35

Category : Poems

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It was the paper boat which I thrown 
When the sky was cry as me 
It is floting on the water boon
The paper is dirty and untidy

I saw the boy grabbing it roughly
With the smoothy finger of his hands
It was the crying day of cloudy
I took the papers for making of boats 


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