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Irony
I have seen two travellers:
One, determined to walk,
quite a long,
ready to trod upon
all the brutalities of fate,
is forbidden to live,
and, the other,
blessed with all to travel,
a far, far away,
with fame, money,
and, even people to love,
doesn't want to live,
and doesn't give a thought
to the irony of fate!
Monday 15th June 2020 9:26 am
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