Has not been tested by me
Till date
Like an elephant
The pinna of my ear is too much large
They prevent me
To see how big is the body of my intellect
Now something is cooking
Inside me after uprooting some trees
Now I feel it
Like a power house
tell all tigers
this news, please.
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