The writer tries to see,
The past tense of his history,
But how difficult it is,
When the clue has disappeared !
Recall that day !
When he saw a young scholar,
Pushing the bike,
Upon the mountain back,
How lovely he was,
Pure like a angel !
When he smiled,
not more than talk !
The young scholar,
Seemed like to want to share,
The sausages and Burger !
But he didn't know it was a picnic !
And the sunshine was beautiful !
Because God loves them both !
They share the mind !
It is the comments of God !
They will always diet !
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