There was a thumbi from Rasta peth
Happend to be a great believer in fate
And though IIT and Oxford and Stanford
Meant moving from Bajaj to Maruti to Ford
Finally Pudukottai is where he found his mate.
There was a lady from Rabat
Had she triplets Pat, Tat and Nat
Twas fun thinkin abt the groomin
But feedin em she found,was harrowin
For she found often she had no Tit for Tat.
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Let me jot down what DRK told me. I respect the man for what he taught us despite never teaching us in the literal sense of the word.I value...
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I have been reading Denty's posts over the last week. I was reviewing my own postings.I realised what an oblique way we really react to ...
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This trip has been difficult at the onset due to personal problems and I carried some emotional burden traveling with some unresolved issu...
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Bhankas.
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