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  1. I shall refrain from doing that in future, and if I am tempted to make a comment, I shall write lame comment-poems. 😛

  2. Floating listlessly across the sky,
    In her mind, there was no when, how or why,
    The flutter, the water in the pink lotus did reflect,
    Quietly she wondered – ‘Am I the bee, or the flower beneath?’