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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-10-21 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | RINGS Driving on the ring road, Making a wrong turn suddenly stopped! Close to the ring, sat the stranger. The ring master With the performers, made him smile. The show was over… The smiling ring master looking at the wedding ring, lit a cigarette… made a ring of smoke. Chasing the smoke, Shining blue eyes Met a ring of light around the moon. The ring of spectators melted away. Trampling the filter, he rushed to the road with a key ring. Eager hands confirmed the small box in the pocket; Gold rings__ a gift for the little angel. Outside, the stranger stopped and robbed him. The ring leader did great wrong to the daughter of the ring master On her birthday. Poet: SAYED ILTAF HAIDER
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