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I Write For Young

I write for young..
Young Arabs where they are located...
Them on the color difference and ages.. and eyes..
I write for those who will be born..
I write to them.. for the young...
To the eyes of the running in Ahdagaha day...
Write short..
The story of a terrorist soldier..
They call Rachel...
Spent the war years in solitary confinement..
Kjerz.. in solitary confinement..
Built by the Germans in Prague...
Her father was the dirtiest of dirty Jews...
Visiting money..
It runs homes for obscenity in Prague...
Meant the soldiers...
The outcome of the war to the end of the...
And declared peace...
And signed adult...
Four styled themselves senior...
Instrument of the United Nations presence..
... And sailed from Eastern Europe with the morning..
Ship curse wind...
The south part..
Infested with rats and plague.. and.. Jews..
They were a mixture of peoples catcher...
West of Poland..
From Austria... from Istanbul.. from Prague..
Of the last of the earth.. Blaze..
They came to our home small..
Our home peaceful small..
Vltjua our soil...
And executed our women...
And orphaned children...
United Nations and is still...
It is still dangerous charter...
Looking at the freedom of peoples...
And the right of self-determination...
The abstract ideals...
Vlivkr young...
Arab young.. where they are located..
Of whom were born and to be born...
The story of a female terrorist..
They call Rachel...
Mom replaced the extended...
In the land of green Biartna in Hebron...
I sacrifice my mother Almschhdh...
But little kids..
Tale of the land on which its lost adult..
The United Nations...
I write for young..
The story of Beersheba and Hebron....
And sister dead...
There in the lemon orchard...
My sister dead..
Is little lemon in Ramla..
Lod..
In Hebron..
My sister hung by the Jews in the afternoon..
From her long hair..
I am my sister's Noir...
I am my sister Alehtakh Mizar...
Ruba on Ramle and Galilee...
My sister that still wound Altalal...
Still waiting...
Day revenge one day.. erupted...
At the hands of the young...
Commando generation of young...
Knows about Noire...
And her long hair...
And her grave lost in a wasteland...
Knows more than the adult...
I write for young..
I write about Jaffa and its facilities.. old...
Hajjar spot for expensive...
Bertqalha shines...
Kkhima stars...
Includes the grave of my father and my brothers... young..
Do you know my father..
Young and my brothers? ..
As it was in Jaffa us..
Garden and house...
Enveloped bliss...
My father was merciful...
A farmer and an old man... loves the sun.. And dirt..
God.. and olives... and chrome...
He loved his wife and his home..
And trees laden.. Astral...
Strangers came... and with absence..
From Eastern Europe.. and prison..
They came Kovj of hungry wolves...
Votlfoa fruits..
And broke Ghosoon...
And set fire to Bayader stars...
And five children in the GOM...
Caught in my father's dignity dirt...
Shouted them: just go to hell...
Ground will not Tzlbwa Aaslalh dogs..!
And... My father died Rahim..
Shot shot a dog of dogs it..
My father died a great...
In the home of the Great...
Shada and his hand tight to the dirt...
Vlivkr young..
Young Arabs where they are located...
Of whom were born and will be born....
Magama dirt..
Because waiting...
Battle of the dirt....

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