Limerick- 44 (A Fellow) Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Limerick- 44 (A Fellow)

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A fellow lives in our village hundred years old;
The winter is hot to him and the summer is cold.
Getting up in the morning
Thinks evening is falling
Always thinks gold is iron and iron is gold.

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