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Uruswati Mehra

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Uruswati Mehra

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My Mom’s Perfume

My Mom’s Perfume

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I see her wear it everywhere,

They put it in a bottle made of wood,

and It's extraordinaire,

My dad gave it to her as he should.

It cost a lot, But, she deserves the world,

Does she not? Its edges are a bit knurled.

But nobody's perfect after all! And it's extraordinaire.

Is it not? It was sure worth it for all.


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