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the boy who stole my heart
इस लड़के ने मेरा दिल चुराया

so there’s this boy. he stole my heart with one smile. he calls me mom.
तो यह लड़का है। उसने एक मुस्कान के साथ मेरा दिल चुरा लिया। वह मुझे मामा कहता है।

he is a boy who stole my pen
जिसने मेरी कलम चुरा ली

there are these boys, who stole roudhappymamo my heart. they call me mom.
एक लड़का है जिसने मेरा दिल चुरा लिया है।

i mean , here ' s a guy who says that your god is a false god .
में ये कहेना चाहता हु के , या हा एक आदमी है जो कहेता है आपका का भगवान् गालात है

all this have i seen, and applied my heart unto every work that is done under the sun: there is a time wherein one man ruleth over another to his own hurt.
जितने काम धरती पर किए जाते हैं उन सब को ध्यानपूर्वक देखने में यह सब कुछ मैं ने देखा, और यह भी देखा कि एक मनुष्य दूसरे मनुष्य पर अधिकारी होकर अपने ऊपर हानि लाता है।।

i said in my heart, "god will judge the righteous and the wicked; for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work."
मैं ने मन में कहा, परमेश्वर धर्मी और दुष्ट दोनों का न्याय करेगा, क्योंकि उसके यहां एक एक विषय और एक एक काम का समय है।

good, i prayed to allah to lead me to a rightful and faithful person to help me in a deal and luckily you where the first person i ment from my late client country and i happy because i trust you, i feel within my heart that you will never betray me. now listen to me, there is a man called abbas beltran a national of your country who lived and worked in my country as a petroleum engineer. but unfortunately he died on 01 12 2010 with his wife and only son in haiti earthquake, he was my client at
good, i prayed to allah to lead me to a rightful and faithful person to help me in a deal and luckily you where the first person i ment from my late client country and i happy because i trust you, i feel within my heart that you will never betray me. now listen to me, there is a man called abbas beltran a national of your country who lived and worked in my country as a petroleum engineer. but unfortunately he died on 01-12-2010 with his wife and only son in haiti earthquake, he was my client at standard chartered bank where i work as an account auditor. late abbas beltran deposited the sum of (five million dollar's) $5,000,000 in usd savings account in our bank.

i cannot go to school today," said little peggy ann mckay. "i have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps. my mouth is wet, my throat is dry, i'm going blind in my right eye. my tonsils are as big as rocks, i've counted sixteen chicken pox and there's one more—that's seventeen, and don't you think my face looks green? my leg is cut—my eyes are blue— it might be instamatic flu. i cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, i'm sure that my left leg is broke— my hip hurts when i move my chin, my belly button's caving in, my back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, my 'pendix pains each time it rains. my nose is cold, my toes are numb. i have a sliver in my thumb. my neck is stiff, my voice is weak, i hardly whisper when i speak. my tongue is filling up my mouth, i think my hair is falling out. my elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, my temperature is one-o-eight. my brain is shrunk, i cannot hear, there is a hole inside my ear. i have a hangnail, and my heart is—what? what's that? what's that you say? you say today is. . .saturday? g'bye, i'm going out to play!" from shel silverstein: poems and drawings; originally appeared in where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. copyright © 2003 by harpercollins children's books. reprinted by permission of the publisher. all rights reserved. shel silverstein poet, cartoonist, playwright, performer, recording artist, and songwriter shel silverstein is best known as the award-winning author of iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. more shel silverstein > sign up for poem-a-day receive a new poem in your inbox daily email address john@example.com more by shel silverstein mr. grumpledump's song everything's wrong, days are too long, sunshine's too hot, wind is too strong. clouds are too fluffy, grass is too green, ground is too dusty, sheets are too clean. stars are too twinkly, moon is too high, water's too drippy, sand is too dry. rocks are too heavy, feathers too light, kids are too noisy, shoes are too tight. folks are too happy, singin' their songs. why can't they see it? everything's wrong! shel silverstein 2004 newsletter sign up academy of american poets newsletter academy of american poets educator newsletter teach this poem poem-a-day john@example.com support us become a member donate now get involved make a bequest advertise with us poets shop follow us poets.org find poems find poets poetry near you jobs for poets read stanza privacy policy press center advertise academy of american poets about us programs prizes the walt whitman award james laughlin award ambroggio prize chancellors staff national poetry month poetry & the creative mind dear poet project poster 30 ways to celebrate sponsorship american poets books noted essays advertise © academy of american poets, 75 maiden lane, suite 901, new york, ny 10038 poets.org poems bring us together join thousands
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