I'm here
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The Golden Pig is in winter,
Thirty mornings into the New Year.
It's ten fifty one on the ticker;
I'm twenty inches at my first tear.
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Mommy's ardor bounces,
At Daddy's tumultuous elation.
They raise my 112 ounces,
Eyes glistening with blissful illumination.
Diya (Mani) Dongre
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The Golden Pig is in winter,
Thirty mornings into the New Year.
It's ten fifty one on the ticker;
I'm twenty inches at my first tear.
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Mommy's ardor bounces,
At Daddy's tumultuous elation.
They raise my 112 ounces,
Eyes glistening with blissful illumination.
Diya (Mani) Dongre