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In Kunduz Province, oh so grand, Lies an airport, oh so grand, With runways long and asphalt smooth, It serves the people, with a gentle groove. The airport sits, above the sea, At one-four-four-four feet, you see, It's elevated, high in the air, Welcoming travelers, with love and care. A single runway, numbered eleven and twenty-nine, Eight thousand, one hundred feet, it's quite a sight, With asphalt surface, so sleek and neat, Planes land and take off, a marvelous feat. A terminal, shiny and new, Built in twenty-seventeen, for me and you, It can hold up to thirteen hundred, they say, Passengers come and go, every single day. The airport expanded, in recent years, With updates and improvements, to ease our fears, Though some work remains, to be completed, Kunduz Airport, forever beloved and greeted. Random page: JUST, Inc.