gri_2003_m_46_b03_f01_018
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- 65887380 - pleiades33
- 65954167 - EllaCate
- WINNER - 65999992 - gailkoelker
- 66270995 - Berhel
- 66336068 - JanetCormack
- 66407782 - Preacher357
65887380 - pleiades33
IINo news? but items make themselves
For the pleasure of being told,
Of entering your rocaille ear.
In a solvent universe
Images and facts are clear -
Like stars or apples the nights unfold.
Seldom has eloped with Who:
In the couch of Thursday Time
Had a visit from Desire;
How they wrestled and turned blue
Like an anchor in the fire.
Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened Love
With a hand of winds that blow
White shadows on the mail.
You know about the long-lost glove?
And the total of the sale
Of work by G. D. Tiepolo.
In the Street of Afternoon I sensed
A purple water cart who wept
Was the Old King without his balls.
Logic is banned during silence
At St. Ping-Pong-outside-the-Walls,
I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news or some of the news
And who can say all news is good
Or that bad news is the end,
News is old and new and not news,
But first, though last here, that I send
Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem:
65954167 - EllaCate
IINo news? but items make themselves
For the pleasure of being told
Of entering your rocaille car.
In a solvent universe
Images and facts are clear --
like stars or apples the nights unfold.
Seldom has cloped with Who:
In the couch of Thursday Time
Had a visit from Desire;
How they wrestled and turned blue
like an anchor in the fire.
Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened love
With a hand of winds that blow
White shadow on the mail.
You know about the long-lost glove?
And the total of the sale
Of work G. D. Tiepolo.
In the Street of Afternoon I sensed
A purple water cart who wept
Was the Old Kings without his balls.
Logic is banned during silence
At St. Ping-Pong-outside-the-Walls,
I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news or some of the news
And who can say all news is good
Or that bad news is the end,
News is old and new and not news,
But first, though last here, that I send
Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem:
WINNER - 65999992 - gailkoelker
IINo news? but items make themselves For the pleasure of being told, Of entering your rocaille ear. In a solvent universe Images and facts are clear-Like stars or apples the nights unfold.
Seldom has eloped with Who: In the couch of Thursday Time had a visit from Desire; How they wrestled and turned blue Like an anchor in the fire. Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened love With a hand of winds that blow White shadows on the mail. you know about the long-lost glove? And the total of the sale Of work by G.D. Tiepolo.
In the Street of Afternoon I sensed A purple water cart who wept Was the Old King without his balls. Logic is banned during silence At St. Ping-Pong-outside-the-Walls, I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news of some of the news And who can say all news is good Or that bad news is the end, News is old and new and not news, But first, though last here, that I send Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem:
66270995 - Berhel
11No news? but items make themselves
For the pleasure of being told,
Of entering your rocaille ear.
In a solvent universe
Images and facts are clear -
Like stars or apples the nights unfold.
Seldom has clopped with Who:
In the couch of Thursday Time
Had a visit from Desire;
How they wrestled and turned blue
Like an anchor in the fire.
Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened love
With a hand of winds that blow
White shadows on the mail.
You know about the long-lost glove?
And the total of the sale
Of work by G. D.Tiepolo.
In the Street of Afternoon I sensed
A purple water cart who wept
Was the Old King without his balls.
Logic is banned during silence
At St. Ping-Pong-outside-the-Walls,
I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news of some of the news
And who can say all news is good
Or that bad news is the end,
News is old and new and not news,
But first, though last here, that I send
Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem:
66336068 - JanetCormack
IINo news? but items make themselves
For the pleasure of being told,
Of entertaining your rocaille ear.
In a solvent universe
Images and facts are clear -
Like stars or apples the nights unfold.
Seldom has eloped with Who:
In the couch of Thursday Time
Had a visit from Desire:
How they wrestled and turned blue
Like an anchor in the fire
Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened love
With a hand of winds that blow
White shadows on the mail.
You know about the long-lost glove?
And the total of the sale
Of work by G. D> Tiepolo
In the Street of Afternoon I sensed
A purple water cart who wept
Was the Old King without his balls.
Logic is banned during silence
At St. Ping-Pong-outside-the-Walls,
I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news of some of the news
And who can say all news is good
Or that bad news is the end,
News is old and new and not news.
But first, though last here, that I send
Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem:
66407782 - Preacher357
IINo news? but items make themselves
For the pleasure of being told,
Of entering your rocaille ear.
In a solvent universe
Images and facts are clear -
Like stars crapples the nights unfold.
Seldom has cloped with Who:
In the couch of Thursday Time
Had a visit from Desire;
How they wrestled and turned blue
Like an anchor in the fire.
Have you heard about the Crime?
Geography has threatened Love
With a hand of winds that blow
White shadows on the mail.
You know about the long-lost glove?
And the total of the sale?
Of work by G. D. Tiepolo.
In the street of Afternoon I sensed
A purple water cart who wept
Was the Old King without his balls.
Logic is banned during silence
At St. Ping-Pong-oitside-the -Walls,
I said to myself in the crypt.
Such is the news of some of the news
And who can say all news is good
Or that bad news is the end,
News is old and new and not news,
But first, though last here, that I send
Is the state of love that feels good.
And an Emblem: