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By sushil bansal

Every day is a holiday, who have nothing to do . we foolish men ever pass by, the things that lie at our feet, while we long for that, which is far away. nothing is , hopeless, we must hope, for every thing. Do not teach to an eagle, to fly, An eagal, will not catch flies.

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