Sunday, September 24, 2017

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The smell of an orange reminds me of nothing.
The sound of a car reminds me of nothing.
The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum,
It doesn't evoke a thing to me,
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 24 September 2017

The heat of the sun, the touch of my mum, It doesn't evoke a thing to me, I'm a foetus, Carol. It's a poem lovely and witty. Thanks for the sharing. 10+++

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