Por Rud
پررود
—  village  —
Por Rud is located in Iran
Por Rud
Coordinates: 36°35′40″N 50°09′11″E / 36.59444°N 50.15306°E / 36.59444; 50.15306Coordinates: 36°35′40″N 50°09′11″E / 36.59444°N 50.15306°E / 36.59444; 50.15306
Country  Iran
Province Qazvin
County Qazvin
Bakhsh Alamut-e Gharbi
Rural District Rudbar-e Shahrestan
Population (2006)
 • Total 206
Time zone IRST (UTC+3:30)
 • Summer (DST) IRDT (UTC+4:30)

Por Rud (Persian: پررود‎, also Romanized as Por Rūd)[1] is a village in Rudbar-e Shahrestan Rural District, Alamut-e Gharbi District, Qazvin County, Qazvin Province, Iran. At the 2006 census, its population was 206, in 48 families.[2]

References [link]

  1. ^ Por Rud can be found at GEOnet Names Server, at this link, by opening the Advanced Search box, entering "-3838959" in the "Unique Feature Id" form, and clicking on "Search Database".
  2. ^ "Census of the Islamic Republic of Iran, 1385 (2006)" (Excel). Islamic Republic of Iran. Archived from the original on 2010-11-16. https://wayback.archive.org/web/*/https://www.amar.org.ir/DesktopModules/FTPManager/upload/upload2360/newjkh/newjkh/26.xls. 

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Podcasts:

PLAYLIST TIME:

Poor Heart

by: Phish

You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my tape recorder
I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
I didn't even know your name or what was your game
But stealin' things has sure brought you to fame
I wanna know if you stole mine
It was one of a kind and I'm sayin' if you're to blame
Your life will never be the same
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my tape recorder
I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again
I can't track you anymore
Detective work has sure become a bore
So tell me what you did with it
And stop this shit, give up yourself
Before they come knockin' at your door
You won't steal my poor heart again
You won't steal my poor heart again
When I feel the blade of that cupid sword
I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen
You won't steal that thing again




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