tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139721372011-11-27T16:50:51.851-08:00My ShadowMithun Duttahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09406146001353410887noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13972137.post-26069291907020840812011-10-16T12:28:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:47:42.478-07:002011-10-28T12:47:42.478-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My Life</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">my life is a poem.. my soul oh what a poet..<br />lay by my side.. be my rhyming word..<br />verse by verse spread around..<br />in every stanza of my being.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13972137-2606929190702084081?l=mindmithun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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