She was the master of the art of stopping. She always knew when to stop- when to stop laughing, when to stop listening, when to stop eating, when to stop speaking and so on. Soon it grew into a problem. She did not know when to stop stopping and one summer afternoon while she was
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Brilliant! Had to do a double take to actu
Haha.. apt comment :D
I just had a chance meeting with this poem and was left totally th
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