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He knows his warm shoulders,
To rest and play as he wishes,
The safest place that he loves,
Snuggles his head and falls asleep.

Loves long rides on his bike,
Cheerfully chatting all the way,
Questioning about everything,
His father, his real life hero!

Hates to share him with anyone,
Extremely possessive is he,
His play partner and a friend,
I love the way they love!

Kavitha Patchamalai


I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST

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