He was born in the morning. So he was found in the evening in a bag full of burned cigars. No papa to run to no mama to take no charge. I told him, boy. Only good believers in that I gotta realize. Love will always find its way in life. She was walking down the street. In her arms she held a seep. Looking down, dragging her feet. A lot of tears to weep.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Comme une envie de renouveau.

visité le et vous verrer .

Le fond du trou ontologique est atteint.

Décider de ne pas être un salopar permet de se sentir plutôt bien. Eh cheri, on gere la fougere. a la wanagen a bistoufly.

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