Queen of Laziness...

Ask me to smile...i may not...cos it might pain my cheeks

Ask me to cry...i may not...cos it might trouble my eyes

Ask me to listen...i may not...cos it might bother my ears

Ask me to play...i may not...cos it might trouble my body

Ask me to work...i may not...cos it might tire me totally

But one thing you ask me ...i might never say no

Ask me to sleep...i will...cos i m titled

the "QUEEN OF LAZINESS"

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That man is my father

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A Valentine's Day note!

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Granny..

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