Pitfalls.
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It is so hard to me
To carry you in these difficult ways
I am painful and request to leave me
At the earliest I likes to be thrown
In any jungle or wayside as you wish
When you bought me you were happy
My looks were pretty and colored
You made me lot of walking in terrains
And stony ways and thorny bushes
Though we are two we are same
Asked to do our job with complaints
Your weight is not the only problem
The ways are the problem, pits are dangers.
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