Pondy the Oldway
Submitted By: Dr. Raghavendra
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Greater spirit I hold The old way becomes bold & longer and better way you heard bigger it blooms so & sharp sense and sweet wind twisting short and we are swallow the race and norms below. You are the main deep I see with tongues, time and tide waiting for none but you more place of birth i hide and hunt in- to the memory, you carry far and near of my life so longer. You mean of many holds and adaptabilities where we’re labelling not of one line but so many i mean but call you the bowl of norms and names.
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