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Find in the poem lines that match the following. Read both one after the other.

He is noisy on purpose

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He is noisy on purpose - The rebel creates a disturbance

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अध्याय 2.2: The Rebel - Working with the Poem [पृष्ठ ३५]

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एनसीईआरटी English Honeycomb Class 7
अध्याय 2.2 The Rebel
Working with the Poem | Q 3.5 | पृष्ठ ३५

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