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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
une ditty, образ жизни (лат)
l'alleemande noisette, pourtant c'est beaux.
sur la grande episte, je vers mon sot.
sur la grande episte, je vers mon sot.
windowsillanova: ДIVour
-from chorokaying playing the bagel like my enemy is sober
my oven mitts are chowder clips and all the world's a clover.
i'm that fifth seasin, you can cop that dvd, hom9e -
vivaldi ain't no frilly lilly i take a crack
with the sniffle wiffle bat
but my rhymes stay o so silly!
from crocus clouts without a sco(u)t, the boy doubts back their cleats.
on network food i glazedthe-boob and tubed in by good seats! -
my oven mitts are chowder clips and all the world's a clover.
i'm that fifth seasin, you can cop that dvd, hom9e -
vivaldi ain't no frilly lilly i take a crack
with the sniffle wiffle bat
but my rhymes stay o so silly!
from crocus clouts without a sco(u)t, the boy doubts back their cleats.
on network food i glazedthe-boob and tubed in by good seats! -
II: lasere beta matum
Quand je tousse il ne réронд нас ь
il remие аух пусес дuс паs.
if the guitar is my scepter and the carpet a cape
then she pushed throught the string beans, til i'd never excape.
il a le coueп ки бат, енфермé dit la маман,
the sent of the craving is hир.
донц он идёр, и репланTR shakespeare;
on the other hand.
I think I'll have myself: a beer! ;)
il remие аух пусес дuс паs.
if the guitar is my scepter and the carpet a cape
then she pushed throught the string beans, til i'd never excape.
il a le coueп ки бат, енфермé dit la маман,
the sent of the craving is hир.
донц он идёр, и репланTR shakespeare;
on the other hand.
I think I'll have myself: a beer! ;)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
poetry1
everest
on the peak i see but snow
and feel the cold but for my hood it is lessened
on the peak i don't look down but out
it is the sun i see most, and the moon invisible for now
to climb is to feel breath grow week, clouds swell of danger
bounce a ball and it will fall; grow a tree it will be tall
but on everest there are no trees; of quiet there grow dreams
i see hillary, and he smiles, and his sherpa laughs
all and towards left and right the sun has seized the day
and everest my patron gift has taken me away
on the peak i see but snow
and feel the cold but for my hood it is lessened
on the peak i don't look down but out
it is the sun i see most, and the moon invisible for now
to climb is to feel breath grow week, clouds swell of danger
bounce a ball and it will fall; grow a tree it will be tall
but on everest there are no trees; of quiet there grow dreams
i see hillary, and he smiles, and his sherpa laughs
all and towards left and right the sun has seized the day
and everest my patron gift has taken me away
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