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She was my classmate but... |
| ‘Hello’, said I and she turned around glanced at me and she went about ‘Do we know each other?’ her eyes seemed to ask But I left it at that, What if she takes me to task? My classmate she was, in fourth class her tiffin I had stolen, it wasn’t my fault She’d get delicious cookies, crackers and all A poor labourer’s son, I’d carry potato and gruel. |