I cannot be felt, seen or touched;
Yet I can be found in everybody;
My existence is always in debate;
Yet I have my own style of music.
What Am I?
how bout air... or the wind it cant be seen or touched but it is there and i dunno there are musical instruments.. u know the woodwinds.. i dunno lol just a guess
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Posted by natalia
on 2003-07-25 18:01:41 |