Flutist Poems - Poems about Flutist

If I should flout my favorite flute, would you call me flautist?...

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lover whisperer UNTIL THEN MIGHT THOSE WHICH ARE IMPORTANT TO US RECOGNIZE US AS BEING TOGETHER FROM NOW ON I RECOGNIZE THEE AS MY FIANCCE OUR RELATIONSHIP TO BE CELEBRATED IN MARRAGE THOSE FORMER CONDITIONS OF OUR CONCERNS AND UNSTABLEDNESS ARE TALKS OF YESTERDAY NOW MIGHT WE LOVE TOGETHER IN THE BLISS OF TOGETHERNESS WITH FULL RESPECT OF ONE ANOTHER AND WITH FULL CONCERN OF EACH OTHERS FEELINGS BETROTH YOU...

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chirpy and happy with melody birdlike ways he was a flutist...

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tending to your affairs I seem to keep up airs or so would say is it really that way is it really that way she said i undermine your achievements complicate your agreements i make it so you'll never succeed she told me she looks forward to my tomorrow's she wish to fill them with sorrow made it so it's hard for me to achieve whats a fella to believe lucky...

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For nearly 85 days She looked What she found Made the world Stop and take heed To a look at how Romance and Romantic dating Is defined and explained...

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"Leo Rojas, Pan Flutist" Leo and his flute have a link, to mother earth that is calming; when I listen to his music my soul plunges, I feel like a bird flying; and I leave my existence. I am in...

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RAVEL LUDWIG SPINET 5005 ALESIS COMMONS CONER OF MOOG AND KORG NEW MELLOTRON U.S.A. 50005 DEAR MISTER VOLCA AKAI: MY NAME IS, MON CHATTE. I AM WRITING IN CONCERN OF THE SHEDULING OF YOUR CONCERT. ON "BLA, BLA, BLA" YOU ARE SHEDULED TO PERFORM IN NEXT ACTOR U.S.A., AND I'M SHEDULED TO BE IN ATTENDANCE. DUE TO PRIOR SHEDULING I AM...

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Limerick : Once a Flutist played an enticing tune Once a Flutist played an enticing tune While sitting on a seat-burning dune Bedouins learned from camels While suff’ring from measles To compose get camel measles in June ! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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In this city of a million people Where life hurries away Lived a young fellow Shyam An orphan and street dweller Sober in nature and wouldn’t beg Loved to play the flute Many a times I’d hear him Coming awake with his song Then got a chance to help him He’d willingly not accept Through a musical academy Got him enrolled in classical classes Saw him work...

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The flutist touched My inner being With the gentle Whisper of her Song...

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