Meeting with Mr. Ruskin Bond

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Meeting Mr. Ruskin Bond is a delight ,
To my happiness it adds light,
Makes me happier than ever,
Maybe I will be found right on cloud nine.
I always used to think when will I meet Mr. Bond,
Cause he is my favourite author,
Everyone likes his stories and they are fond of the books he writes and hia words are lovable and never give a fright.

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