(Ask my faith) Ah! Move on! I asked myself the slave Gilakah Oh God, defective brain is actually tomorrow I Could Your brain is asked counsel But for what? Erk! Erk! I asked myself the slave Tololkah Oh God, blinded eyes Could I actually questioned tomorrow celik eyes But for what? This poem was written after seeing the power of some of the less effort, the labor of their lives ditunjangi by the spirit of the sniper. Oh my God, one day later I asked more about what is made by the nikmatMu sundries. Remind me to be more grateful to know. January 19, 2009 (8:00 pm) Playford Road, London.
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