After seing one book,
Named Takadini book,
After I have look,
The book I took.
When reading that book,
My hurt become shock,
How Amai Takadini walk,
Even how she talk,
Death was just nock.
How chapters were clock,
Sometimes I become block,
Chivero I have mark,
In how you balk,
You done good work.
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