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There once was
A gal with bunions
Who offered much too
Many opunions.
She not only offered them;
She authored them
On leaky boats
With sweaty footnotes,
Then proffered them.
In the foreign lands I frequent,
I picked up a little secret.
I'd tell you what it is,
But I cannot---
Because, in truth and fact,
I remember naught.
OUR PRESIDENT
He is a man of gem in Her crown
His works are to lift her head
H e never cares about the heads
His works are are to strengthern the roots
His smile paves a new road to us and
his hands and thoughts will lift us to peak
The whole world will speak our pride
Then only his eyes will take rest
He is more than our father and
He is more than our soul
He is our President
We want him to this nation forever
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
OUR PRESIDENT
He is a man of gem in Her crown
His works are to lift her head
H e never cares about the heads
His works are are to strengthern the roots
His smile paves a new road to us and
his hands and thoughts will lift us to peak
The whole world will speak our pride
Then only his eyes will take rest
He is more than our father and
He is more than our soul
He is our President
We want him to this nation forever
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN