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O iPod ! My iPod !



My first love - The  iPod
                            - Penned by preeti abrol
 Oh iPod ! My ipod !
I love the music you play ,
You are almost living in my ears ,
Twenty four hours of each day .

O iPod! My iPod !
You fill my life with sound
Thanx to you ,now I can even block
 All the boring and mindless chatter around

O iPod ! My  iPod !
I love  you there's no doubt ;
I only wish I could have heard
The horn of the bus that wiped me out !

R.I.P. 

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