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Play me a Flute

I am a flute ornately carved of rich wood able to whistle a mighty melody. My potential to toot and my complex craftsmanship could be the reason why I might break easily. An apathetic Boot or aging untouched could be the death of me. I am hollow inside but with a gentle touch and a loving kiss I could sing so sweetly.
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mustafa-kothawala
Indian
Published
May 31, 2011
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