To live a memorable life, my dear,
Is to fill each day with love and cheer.
To laugh and dream, to soar and strive,
To leave a mark that will forever thrive.

To live a life that's full and bright,
With moments that take flight.
To dance under starry skies,
And sing with joyful sighs.

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Oh weekend, oh sweet and precious time
A respite from the daily grind
When the world slows down, and I can unwind
And let my heart and soul entwine

The sun shines bright, the birds they sing
As I bask in the warmth, my spirit takes wing
The breeze whispers secrets, and I listen with glee
As the world awakens, wild and free.

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Sunday mornin', the sun shines bright
The birds sing their sweet melodies all night
The world is quiet, no noise to be found
As the day begins, a new week is crowned

The bells chime, the people rise
To greet the day with open eyes
The dew on the grass, a sight to see
A new day dawns, a chance to be free

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All seems impossible until it's finally done.

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Not a scar in my heart came from my enemy

Read it again!.

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The legacy of Abdul Kalam

In a land of dreams and aspirations,
Where the winds of change are constantly shifting,
There lived a man of vision and inspiration,
A beacon of hope, a shining light, a gentle spirit.

His name was Abdul Kalam, a man of great renown,
A leader, a thinker, a poet, a scientist, a philosopher,
A man of the people, a man of the earth,
A legacy that will forever be of great worth.

He soared through the skies, a bird of fire,
A dreamer who dared to reach for the stars,
With a heart full of love and a mind full of desire,
He inspired a nation, and touched the hearts of the farthest stars.

His words were like honey, sweet and pure,
A river of wisdom, that flowed like a flame,
He spoke of hope and unity, of peace and of love,
A legacy that will forever be a shining light above.

He walked among the masses, with a gentle grace,
A leader who listened, with a heart full of embrace,
He saw the potential in each and every soul,
And helped them to see, their own unique goal.

His legacy is a tree, that stands tall and strong,
A symbol of hope, where the winds of change belong,
A beacon of light, that shines bright and true,
A legacy that will forever see us through.

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A day of rest, a day of play,
Sunday dawns with sun's gentle sway,
The world awakens to a new light,
As morning dew takes flight.

The birds sing sweetly in the trees,
Their melodies carried by the breeze,
A gentle rustling of leaves and branches,
As nature awakens from its slumbers.

The sun climbs high in the sky,
Bringing warmth and light to the eye,
A day of joy, a day of peace,
A time to cease from worldly cease.

The world is full of beauty and grace,
On this day of rest, we find our place,
In the embrace of nature's love,
We bask in the glow of the divine above.

So let us revel in this day,
And let our worries drift away,
For Sunday is a gift from above,
A day to cherish and to love.

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Oh, the autumn leaves, they fall so slow
Like a golden rain, they gently go
Their rustling whispers fill the air
As they dance upon the ground so fair

Their crimson hues and amber tones
Paint the landscape with a warmth of home
The trees stand tall, their limbs outstretched
A fiery blaze, their colors blessed

The breeze carries scents of wood and earth
As nature's final hurrah gives birth
To a season's end, a time of rest
A time for dreams, a time of nest

The autumn leaves, they fall so fast
Their beauty swiftly passes at last
But in their wake, they leave behind
A memory, a joy of mind

Oh, the autumn leaves, they fall so slow
A rhythm of the seasons' flow.

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In fields of green, where wildflowers sway,
Lies a dream, where freedom reigns all day.
No chains to bind, no walls to hold,
Here the heart can soar, and souls be bold.

The wind whispers secrets, of a world untamed,
Where the brave can roam, and their spirit be reclaimed.
The sun shines bright, with a warm embrace,
Bringing life to the land, and a sense of place.

In this haven, all can find their voice,
And speak their truth, without a single choice.
For in the freedom of this sacred space,
We find the courage to chase our wildest grace.

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Oh lunch box, oh lunch box, so simple and plain,
Your metal exterior, a reflection of my daily gain,
Your contents so neatly arranged, a feast for the eyes,
A culinary delight, that never fails to surprise.

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