Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Rent A Mini Cooper Ontario Canada

broken promises

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can not do without you: your breath
overshadows
compensation, and without,
my life. . . empty. Magic
my underwear, I'm your
me: I like you.
form the family.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . With that car

infamous, the inability
crossed suddenly
beyond the stop. . .
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still love you, you suffer.
I am always beside you,
like never before.
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time. Changed:

not bring me more friends, no longer look at me, while
say: "you very nice. "

do not know what happens now if I still love you.
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apathetic and respects
do not know what.
You want nothing more, even if
after occurred,
you seem even more beautiful.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . This strange fate

tired
your interest is aimed
other things,
other shores, other companies
stunned.
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After all these years, now you leave me

lose, for the "friends"
happy moments.
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Now at home, alone, remember the passion

complicit in our looks and embraces.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I
comes to mind in the evening, when
in bed
remove the denture,
leg lost. . .




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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Jon And Kate Plus 8 Hit The Road Episode On Dvd

POET

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Birch branches tall and thin,
bark white silk par,
ash, firs. Elms and shiny,
huge oaks and dark-haired,
your shadow the poet
hear your silent whispers, listen: there
mind you, the poet is a human
good, a humble animal of the forest,
live your life with mystery
and dreams of a nest among the leaves hidden.
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But on a night when everything is silent,
dark forests as a sad dream,
the poet wandered towards the throwing to the wind,
as a challenge against the world:
shari'a of fiqh incorrect - kamikaze -
committed genocide - are the towers collapsed. . .
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From that night on the human good poet
no longer sleep. The slow hours sounded
like torture from afar.
He looked up at the sky. Immense night
starless night was silent, dark.
after the fratricidal and sold by
human to human and all living creatures
in their home.
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Shari'a world immersed in the silence
mist covered mountains.
While the poet seemed to hear in the distance,
as faint rustle and gentle,
a sweet sound that frangea clouds.
Like a sudden beam into the night.
But then came the most solemn and serious :
Hand multicolorevariopinta,
pain which moves you
'my heart sore, so why the crash?
No Peace, No Good, No Pardon?
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Even on non- guilty. Hatred, Revenge?
Music dying: Now the poet Vita
is empty, black. Without it,
or endangered, Love.
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