Saturday, January 22, 2011
My Horse Has Warts On His Nose
- Oh là, là!
A phrase with which faced the cold ... I did not need more shelters, but they would not have been wrong a few fires. That was his first thought. The second thing that came to mind was forced to throw into the air. Frigid air:
- O someone lick my nipples or regret having been on the streets ...!
White Silence. Cold silence. Only distant eyes dared to do the wave . Coldsnap ...
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