መተከል

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መተከል

ልክ እንደ ፍዝ ግጥም፣ ቤት መምቻው ሚደግም፣

የዘመኔ መርገም አንዱ ካንዱ አያርም ፣

ሚደፋ ባንድ ቃል፣ሚመታ ባንድ ቃል፤ 

ጅግጅጋ  መተከል

ድሬ       መተከል

አዳማ     መተከል

ሻሸመኔ   መተከል

ማይካድራ   መተከል

መቀሌ       መተከል

ሁመራ        መተከል

መተከል    መተከል

ኮንሶ         መተከል 

አርሲ       መተከል 

መ

ተ

ከ

ል

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በግፍ ለተገደሉ ኢትዮጵያውያን ሁሉ። 

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