Poet

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This is your book in which there is ignorance and violence – the poet Al-Buhturi

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Is it the curve or the agate or the cliff – the poet Al-Buhtari

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We live from a square and a summer residence – the poet Al-Buhtari

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She passed her determination and did not stand – Al-Buhturi poet

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Turks hear the chanting of pigeons – Al-Buhtari poet

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Young people broke up, the brother of boyhood and their pet – the poet Al-Buhtari

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I asked Aba Laila what she carried – the poet Al-Buhtari

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We have a need that was not Jani’s question – the poet Al-Buhtari