Anxiety Blunts The Immunity
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Run and run, all the time you’re on the run.
Miles and miles up before you sleep.
Where is time for love or music?
Everything looks like a snail speed.
Run and run lest the bus should miss.
You are fast heading to hell.
Your immune system is in peril.
14.03.2000, Palakkad
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