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No to your proposal Find it with easy dismissal I say “no” never Do not try ever She was in rage With young age Her temper was shooting She was stopped from dating It is normal craze In small kids too You try with refusal They will roll on floor Mother was angry She was hungry too She was adamant to see boy friend Mother was saying it to end Such scuffle could be found In each home when go round It has become trend among youngsters We fail to understand as elders Some children accede to Some decline and act rude It is shocking sometimes But we need to restrain many times

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