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This is a story of a
robust, independent, bloody brute criminal BHOLU
who comes out of jail after three months and appears in the middle of a dancin..
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A poor farmer Panchananda Das,
called as Panchu Da by his known
people, lived in a wattle made hut in a hamlet. He had nothing left by his
ancestor..
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Poor is dying,will die.All will accept and do sigh.Pity on graves always lay lie.Along with chances spirits go high.Tomorrow is here and today good by..
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When a leopard wants to become a shepherd,Rise of amnesties troll in rampart.When a crow sells its nest to a cuckoo for golden tune,Rise of vain belie..
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We
come and go,we start not end,we open can't close.We tell and must,we think
for fast,we save not past.We do that love,we live so die,we are not we..
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In search of light I abuse the dark.
Darkness feels me the hold without the ray.
Holdings find me easy out of the way.
May, aloneness of dark..
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Beating sound
starts with an instant look
Popular tunes
strings brain now, certain pause shivering soul hook.
Curiosity oils
flame eagerness ..
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Once I boozed in the rain.
While every fatigued in the train.
I kick the man belching ahead.
He takes another nap as dead.
I turn my neck ..
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Happy dick happy
chick
Let’s have the fun
If nothing to
enjoy
Then go for the
run.
B***s-bell P***y
tale
All time any place
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Thy eyes wonder
like gazing star.
Thy lips unbound
to limitless high.
Thy face mesmerize
with sheer beauty.
Thy hair reminds
me to darken..
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