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It

It sits by the window, by the peepal tree.
It sits there like a bee,
Not in a hurry to flee.
It comes by my window,
Whispers every night,
“Who is that, and where it the fright?”
It sits by me in school, in lunch,
It whispers in my ear ‘CLUNCH CLUNCH’
CLUNCH CLUNCH’
It annoys me everyday.
But I have to say,
And start to end,
It will always be my bestest friend.

Sneha Roy

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