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Weekend Poet: Who is the stranger in the village?


The love of my heart always spreads the peaceful news.
And all the words of the, do of the villages and the city spread
Castles were built there
And she hid it from human curiosity
no more room for greedy denial and hypocrisy, and shame of primeval times,
I’ve never looked for front positions, she found me.
Money is not the only means of payment, as is A.B.C. morality.
since Moses and Pharaohs, the craft existed, from insurance.
But who knew that yesterday, when reported denying gentlemen, created their academic degree by peeping. nearly ——
Dear wretches and protect is our creation, your and my best insurance.
my seven pigeons are always free, no one can restrict them. I have not sold them so that they can fly back, their diamond is known.
Who is carrying something. Never go around, watch, never forget gratitude, gratitude in its own way, it just asks the same thing.
There are signals before tomorrow and after tomorrow.
Therefore, it can still happen.
I let him protect my heart
Smile is trendy like every day, sun with exceptions without rays.
I disagree with my broken love
Aladele always there. Balance, protection worthy of residence.
I am not afraid of the iron bearing step
Patience is easy to bear and not difficult, weightless,
It is time that changes us, whether you do it or not.
There are swarms of working victims
Without it there is no complaint.
Complaints are always forgotten. In reality, they are the shining light of power.
Who is the stranger in the village?
Returnees with the scent of roses, hope in the shadow of life, Do you have another question, see you next month.(c)(se/nz)

Author: Nilzeitung

Danke für ihren Besuch.!!"dieser Seite im Aufbau". Es stimmt, dass es keine Freiheit ohne Pressefreiheit gibt. Wahrer Frieden des Journalismus ist eine der Säulen der Demokratie (Salah El-Nemr) se/nz.

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