Thoughts of a stranger you know…

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I met this yellow headed-guy

walking down the street,

 he was wiggling his legs

 in a strange fashion on the coal tar road.

“Hi, I’m ******, tell me what is my purpose?”, cutting short the introduction he asked.

“I don’t know” was my reply.

And now, when ever I meet someone, I tell that: 

I met this yellow head guy 

Walking down …..

Published by dvthapa

I love meaningful abstracts and also create some(not necessarily meaningful). This virtual space is going to be filled with articles on random topics (mostly unrelatable or out of any living person's concern) and in case I am feeling a bit too artistic, then you may be able to witness some poetry too(not necessarily bounded by the rhymes). Anyways don't bind yourself with any expectations.

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