Day-7#OCTPOWRIMO-2016#
On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying,
The tongue felt searching,
With a feverish urge of wanting.
Many times the delightful flavour,
Caused the heart to flutter,
On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying.
How delightful were those days!
The enjoyable taste of deep fries,
Satiated the palate growling,
The tongue felt searching,
With feverish urge of wanting.
On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying,
The tongue felt searching,
With a feverish urge of wanting.
Many times the delightful flavour,
Caused the heart to flutter,
On dark winter morning,
When the birds go flying.
How delightful were those days!
The enjoyable taste of deep fries,
Satiated the palate growling,
The tongue felt searching,
With feverish urge of wanting.
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