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Grassy chair

Published : Saturday, 8 September, 2018 at 12:00 AM Count : 53
Abu Sayed

 
Catkin, Catkin, Catkin
Don't you have any fin?

Come to fly,come to fly
Come to sky and ply.

If you are a real friend,
I'll touch you to be bend.

White cloud, white cloud,
To stay my clay I feel proud!

Oh friend! If you fly to here
To sit I'll give you grassy chair!

 
The poet is Rhymer of children's literature







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