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The Comm ah! Before The Period.

To those who moved on; The choice was yours, not mine. 
To those distanced in time; someday we shall meet again. 
To those alienated by memories; You continue to appear in my thoughts. 
To those separated by wealth; I wish we all had a little less! 
To those who have passed away; hold on, I too am on my way. 

And for those who trudge along; Thank you. Thank you. 
I hope our love; this life sustains.

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  1. RAJESH,
    I love it that I read on July 1st your Blog writing posted on July 2nd. Wonderful.
    Jerral

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