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WHOSE CHILD


whose child

His face is saying, he never smiled,
Searching life near that dirty waste
In dirty attire, he is whose child ?
His face is saying, he never smiled,
He is a part of city but looks wild,
Born on earth of GOD but misplaced,
His face is saying, he never smiled,
Searching life near that dirty waste

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November 23, 2014
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