Cuckoo from crow

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By jadia4708au

Exactly I don’t remember or know But you turned out to be cuckoo from crow How were we turned in to so close friends? We were always fighting on net at the end But it was her greatest skill Enough of power to pull down and kill That she was gifted with talent She had brain and all negative aspects were absent She is nice to converse with and at ease We were at liberty to talk and tease She never got angry and remained at peace But she never disclosed that she had upper hand with ace Her voice is mixed with melody She is teacher and powerful lady She has neatly managed her full family Brought up all kids with honor and led happily Such nice friend is always to be treasured Our relation and depth can’t be measured As she used to cut joke and spend easy time We were sometimes sore at her temper sometimes He may be at the same time like child Grew some times wild and sometimes mild I have sensed deep understanding in her That has taken her far long without any bother Today she enters in her next birth year I wished many happy returns in her ear She is reasonable and sensitive human being I compared her to cuckoo at once and compelled to sing So she is cuckoo in real terms Now it is her chance and turn To accept our greetings and warm wishes That she remains blessed until perishes

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