Monday, January 22, 2007. Posted by english is kinda cool. You may write me down in history. With your bitter, twisted lies,. You may trod me in the very dirt. Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,. With the certainty of tides,. Just like hopes springing high,. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? I really connecte.

Maret 29, 2015 oleh bensol. Desember 24, 2011 oleh bensol. Untuk motor dengan lampu yang kecil atau yang terletak di body, seperti yang ada di beberapa skutik dan bebek low entry, mungkin tidak akan terlalu menyilaukan. Pada sistem AHO, karena lampu utam.

Monday, January 22, 2007. Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,. Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies. They have come gladly out of the willows. To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture. Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness. They bow shyly as wet swans. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more,.

Trop souvent eu le coeur briser à cause de toi. Mon Gros, Ma clou and moi 3. Mon toto and Moi 3.

Thursday, January 11, 2007. Recently I was looking around for some good poems. I came upon a poem that I had to blog about. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the sparkle in the snow. I am the shredded leaves that blow. I am the sunlight on growing grain. I am the gentle summer rain. I am the quiet bird at night. Circling about; Taking flight. So do not stand at my grave and weep.