I will read it with yes and it in my story.

I have come again with you. I don't know what it feels like to share some blocks, but today I have to write that block. I will read it with yes and it in my story.

people of the world have become the center of this very selfish selfishness and they have become human beings by combining the two.

People today are very busy with themselves and not to mention the comforts and slums have taken away all the buildings of comfort.

Because of bricks, sand and concrete, everything has been done. There is no cruelty in the building and there is no road. Everything is becoming cruel.

Sitting alone in a room in the air of a lonely fan, what do you think? Maybe you are not talking about me, but my words are called Mirage Segula Spider.

I don't have any of your belongings here. Why don't you take your belongings from me? If you take your belongings from me, I will be like a completely free environment.

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Why are you not alone in the world? Why do you live alone? Why do you make your kingdom in such a way that there are no subjects in the kingdom?

Why do you feel so good when it comes to electricity? Why do you feel so bad after death?

Although throat is not a part of the story, but I gave a little because everything is combined with a curry, a lot of musalla with a lot of invariance, but the curry is so.

In many ways, this blog is unique in how it is prepared, although it does not match with anyone because it starts with your own private chatter.

Weens bakstene, sand en beton is alles gedoen. Daar is geen wreedheid in die gebou nie en daar is geen pad nie. Alles word wreed.

Om alleen in 'n kamer in die lug van 'n eensame aanhanger te sit, wat dink jy? Miskien praat jy nie van my nie, maar my woorde word Mirage Segula Spider genoem.

Ek het nie enige van jou besittings hier nie. Hoekom vat jy nie jou besittings by my nie? As jy jou besittings van my neem, sal ek soos 'n heeltemal vrye omgewing wees.

He did it on the brick wall yesterday and left it on the wall of the mind only in the black combination of darkness and darkness.

Again, even if it is like the sea, many things are washed away by the current of the waves. Many houses are destroyed and many places are burnt down. No one understands the game of these waves.

I will come back again. If you want to understand that push on the river bank, you have to understand sitting down slowly.

The river breaks upstream. If you don't realize that this is a river game, you will leave during the day. After working tirelessly, sometimes my brother's boat still teaches me why it is only a hoax.

Suddenly a word from the shop makes you feel happy. Don't forget that my bride is going to my day. Why aren't you going? You can't give like this.

Why don't you understand if the green bed around the green ceremony is green. Green is the light of the eyes, the green shade is good, the color of love is the green shade.

You start this story little by little. When you start the story, you walk, the rooster. This is the wave in your story. I know the nature. I gave you all the poetry.

Think of one thing from poetry, how many poems there are, how many poems he has. I don't like to do poetry, but after a while I end my blog here.

Kavyagrantha Kavyagrantha, why do you shout so much, don't you?

Poetic man is a gift to no one in any way to reduce everything in love to become one.

Change the outlook, life will change, that's why I have to write it like this. Today, everyone has been syndicated and taken away in a way that I would not have written in the desert.

If you could live like before, what would it be like? Wherever you go, the way you earn, I am like me, don't hold me.

Like before, Parinako has given all the previous things to walk, this time he has started a new one alone.

Skielik laat 'n woord van die winkel jou gelukkig voel. Moenie vergeet dat my bruid na my dag toe gaan nie. Hoekom gaan jy nie? Jy kan nie so gee nie.

Hoekom verstaan ​​jy nie as die groen bedding om die groen seremonie groen is nie. Groen is die lig van die oë, die groen skakering is goed, die kleur van liefde is die groen skakering.

Jy begin hierdie storie bietjie vir bietjie. As jy die storie begin, loop jy, die haan. Dit is die golf in jou storie. Ek ken die natuur. Ek het vir jou al die poësie gegee.

You have seen a lot of premature explanations and we have seen a lot of storms that you have not seen.

If you ever see the risk of lonely sky in the afternoon, then let me know. I can't do it anymore. I will end this blog slowly to make it longer.