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 The old countries wear our poems and walkThe modern civilization wears my lines and walk
 The wives of the ministries wear my letters and walk
 Om Kulthom is wearing my poetry and can talk
 Kasem  Elsaher wears my first poem and can fly
 He and his wife sing to our beauty and swear
 Our happiness is very amazing and drear
 
 
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 نور الأدب (تعليقات الفيسبوك)
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