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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 16 May 2007 19:28 |
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In all prayers of the world has nothing except words sorrows and the lamentation, skilled by heart. Always beginning like the suicide thus the same end. It goes in them about the same, what goes after the head to the man. As all underwent to deformations -- with mantry they became a morphine sold over-the-counter. |
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Poem - The merry-go-round |
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 16 May 2007 19:26 |
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In present merry-go-rounds , this means incessantly the same desires and passions, one gets lost on the average 99,9 % the man daily. This 0,1 %is only the statistical error , Which at your earliest convenience will come to light When single-handed reaches this conclusion That besides the frequency nothing did not change. The world still goes round. And only the man deceived door.. The address has good, but it is not this name |
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 16 May 2007 19:26 |
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Poem - Considerations about the hope |
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 16 May 2007 19:24 |
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In her own helplessness he turned up the appaumé if waiting on the late part we have from the heaven on the raindrop on the fruit from the dry tree on a little of the hope which should die last but quite so she does not act only in the light of of the moon lays hands on himself regardless with nobody even with with herself with this small part which would like to live to help to other to believe that still one can want that nobody is only good and only bad that there is no Night that is also the Day which has more than 12 hours and that at times even from the imperceptible grain there can grow the botanical gold. |
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