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Sep 2017
Flute

I am the flute,
And I am the wind,
I blow through its chute,
I make its tune so cute,
If thou are of the love,
Must listen to it now,
And will know its creed,
For in reed lies its magnificent breed.

(By: Khan, BA) 28-5-08
Written by
Ahmed Ali  66/M
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   Ahmed Ali
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