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September 2, 2012
The first one is always special,
and the closest to the heart.
Our very own set of wheels-
Be it a tricycle or a cart.
It sets us on the path to freedom,
a time from birth, that seems the aim.
To explore what’s around the corner,
is our in-built human game.
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