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Sep 2017
My sleep is no sweet slumber
but I am awake with fire inside
Don’t be fooled by my shell of timber
Inside soft waxy myself does reside
Though some may think it to be a riddle,
Others lonesome foolish words,
Those who play such a fiddle,
Know the truth in such reeds
Written by
Ahmed Ali  66/M
(66/M)   
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     Jayantee Khare and Nico Julleza
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