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Abonne-toi à mon blog! Tu veux savoir plus? Emilie était au début 2 petites graines. Pourquoi il est pas là? Papa et maman se sont fâchés.
En el vacío de estos días de no saber. Y si no fuera por ti yo no sería feliz. Como lo soy cuando con tus besos me veo partir. Y es que solo con saber que al regresar. Aumentan los latidos de mi corazón.
Abonne-toi à mon blog! Océane de Marc o.
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I am a Shitzu, maltese Tibetan spaniel dog. Want to meet me? Yes I am a bit of a mixed breed but really one of a kind. Com and find out more about me. Friday, April 10, 2009. Saturday, April 4, 2009. Sunday, December 28, 2008. Here I am in my fancy Christmas coat. These are just some snaps from my very busy Christmas. My fried Buddy came and I was just soo tired. I have slept for days. Thursday, November 13, 2008. A long time between drinks. Little innocent me! Ok so i.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009. We went down to Ballina for the long weekend. When we were down there we saw Sunny the bunny. We found some thistles in Kim and Beths yard for Sunny to eat. Isint this picture cute? We went to Lennox head for icecream it was very cold down there but the icecream was good. Heres one photo of me and Molly and Ginny in the back ground. That was my best holiday ever. Friday, January 30, 2009. Hihow are you all? Sunday, December 14, 2008. I am back at school.
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Diário de um presidente com tendências. Segunda-feira, dezembro 04, 2006. Sexta-feira, novembro 10, 2006. Como juncos verdes, como seara seca, mais da amplitude do céu do que da terra. Finas hastes abraçadas pelo vento, tocando em bicos de pés o solo que as prende. este foi melhor parágrafo escrito neste blog. Deixemos a arte aos artistas se somos apenas artesãos da vida.