on a bright Tuesday morning
Sipping tea..
From my terrace i see
An octagenarian in his Red pajamas
bald spate!!
I smiled...
Red at Eighty
He brought his paper and bread!
crossed the road..and was dead..
a speeding truck did it!!
there he lay:
in his free-flowing Red
Him and his Red Pajamas
Sipping tea..
From my terrace i see
An octagenarian in his Red pajamas
bald spate!!
I smiled...
Red at Eighty
He brought his paper and bread!
crossed the road..and was dead..
a speeding truck did it!!
there he lay:
in his free-flowing Red
Him and his Red Pajamas
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