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Bhai Davinder Singh Khaane Vale - South Shields Tues 5Th July

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Gurdwara Khaalsa Mero Roop Hai Khaas

Tuesday 5TH July 2011

7pm - 9.30pm

Kirtan Darbar

Bhai Davinder Singh Khanne Vale

Request for all sangat to give us darshan please.

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