Polly Pocket Rubber Clothes

Rhyme: End Rhyme

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As you think about it matters little that remains
different
your moon to illuminate what you see
to restore what you believe

While your hands are empty
If your eyes cry ill-concealed
concerns you fall asleep
Although you know deep in my heart

That your way is the pain
that your life is hopeless

Go ahead for the way you've chosen
up the ravine in which you are predestined

good trip !

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Pool Service Referral

: Me and You (which always you), even in Kathmandu

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September, we go it's time to complaints ...
arrested for child abuse have avellino ... was the brother of your cousin!

un'orzata Sip a rattling maraca ,
you who you are, in the eyes of Nina (That's you!) ,
Thou who art Marco, Giuseppe and Luigi ...
You who are Christ, Buddha and Vishnu!

You have the interior of lamb, Astrakhan in golf ,
you angry bad Luridana the domestic worker,
Fort of your blogs that I have all the logs ...
clone yourself ... your name is Max fool!

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Baby Pregnancy After Cone Biopsy

Poetry: The Poetry

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Spignatti with the pan in the kitchen
Drawing slight angry
While the gypsies pedomafiosi
force the door open your dwelling

The farmer Pedro you have taken from the misery
giving him a job as a trivet
Turn the head from 'On the other hand
While the herd enters without knocking

You pretend astonishment that six as a shutter
Would you like to be beaten on its hinges
Pushed against the window by a wind of momentum
But you put aside because you stink ...

In your place, to make the expenditure of so much greed, the farmer will
Pedro, who, in your comparison ,
is so beautiful there, even if lame ...
Ah pedomafiosi the country of Berisha!

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Customized Lacrosse Pinnies

Maracas in Caracas: The lory must go home

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As you move from the bloodless refrigerator closed
that you yourself have paid in excess
You realize that you do not have cash
Nor crackers or wafers ... Hackers but
While the media are silent
cry And the dishes in the sink
Your armpits grunt ...
The others continue to make fun

The Lory must go home!

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Taking Lexapro With Excederine

Poetry: The barefoot children under the bombs, smoke bomb

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Bombs burst in the ditch
full of cougar skins to make the mold
while terrorists terrorize
newsagents are indignant indignant
Who benefits from all this?
Who are the Mediterranean spots?
is a remnant of a baboon Macao
or a macaque in Tel Aviv?

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