Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Pico-The-Gnome Comments

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There stands the cloud of a hundred shadows o'er my head,
That by the nighsky her seraph wings unfold;
And I can ne'er know where gone are the days
Of happy hours, each moment in waste hands of time,
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Naveed Khalid
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