Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights (detail), 1504 You've perhaps noticed.
(on an air of Ouvrard )
the essay that I deserted
The ticket while slender
Pen leaky
And words ramollos
Oh my god it's annoying to be a blogger squeaky
Oh my god it's annoying that the coup is less funny.
I have no reason to extremely valuable would justify this release, but until you find one, I suggest you accuse an innocent person. Here is a poem that will do the trick (yes, it's poetry: y 'rhymes, that tell you if it Poetic).
Ode pink
Ode pink
One night I met you and
tickets my blog were spaced
I saw myself drowning my prose
Taking a boiled rose
Mignon will see cirrhosis
From my imploding infarction
Since a rain of petals
made me slip, I lay
But after all the horizontal
Is it not the ideal position
Except for a morning shower
Or swallow our coffee without harm
Whatever water boiling, I already burned
You talk, you smile, I hoots.
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