,,,,,,,, The Time of Worlds,,,,,,,,,,, Once a friend asked me and said, “My friend, is it possible that we are in the height of luxury and a singer is telling a stupid story and we hear from him day and night knocking and scratching patches, my friend, he is a visited worker, a live tape, and a young man.” From the future, he is afraid that the wave will take him and he will lose a moment in the midst of the chaos, and a young man standing on the corners holding a stick in his hand, crooked and shaven. You do not recognize an American or something that is directed. After the picture has become dark, people are running and gasping for the bite. Jerusalem may be returned to us. The earth may be returned to us. We may prevent the tear of a child who was not stolen. The offer: I said, my friend, between you and me is a wall that separates you and me. If we enter my son and your son into one book, then they will surely make a decision,,,,,,,, written by the poet Ali Al-Saadawi
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