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The Royal enfield, You, Me and our knap sacks
Hugging you from behind leaning on your back
journeying accross the barren lands,
in the dark cold nights and those scorching hot days
those thick scary jungles,
those huge tall trees,
those frisky small brooks
a thorn that pricked my foot
and the blood that oozed out
the kiss that you placed on the wound
your strong arms that carried me therafter,
bonfire that lit up passion
treasure trove of joys shared
those lil scuffles we had
endless laughter and those few precious tears….
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