Kamis, 31 Maret 2011

rhyme

1.that night I sat on the porch,smell fragrant  frangipani quiet,my sister pains in the chest, pain in arms negligent act like a king.
 2.who is able to pick flowers on the day pitch,winding road in the deserted fence whak,I own sister was burned tears,all over his body deprived of a full liver injury.

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