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Stopped into an old junk-antique shop, found a favorite
The music collection of famous Ravishanker, the sitarist
Just I was going to walk out as I was short of dollar eight
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned round with spite
A man said” The music, too, was his dead wife’s favorite" 
He gave me the money, before I thank him left the site.
Went home, listen through his and mine ears with delight. 

There was a celebrated physician with great foresight
Had an old lady as patient with a hypochondriac sight
Suffering from all kinds of diseases of imaginary fright
Once she called him, he wrote a prescription straight
She confessed,  she took the medicine and was alright
The note was “Do something for someone” to your might.

The trees are known by their fruits, a man by his deeds right
Man has three friends- wealth, relatives, and deeds to highlight 
First goes with him, second up to grave, deeds beyond Christ

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The famous Pandit Ravishanker, Sitar player maestro, the Indian music instrument like 
Guitar, living in Hollywood.
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Contest: Good deeds sponsored by Dane Ann Smith-Johnson

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