The grass flowers smell
That was amazing
I can`t stay in Hole
I Dragged
The Rock grass bed
The Breeze and Cool
Who called me
Who forced me
I dont know
And my long tongue
The only Grass Bed
The Yellow Sea
I touched her Tongue
Our Eyes and Neck
We rolling in the sea
Yellow only Yellow
In my tender age my mother always told me in mid winter eve, Do not go the rock grass bed for playing there were snakes on the perticular time.
Vinod Kumar
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