Twinkle, twinkle little Noel,
How I wonder... Noel
Up above the Noel so high
Noel, Noel, Noel Noel in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little noel
How i wonder... OH NOEL! ! !
For Noel, my one true love... DAMN IT, NOEL! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
sounds like making love with noel, not poetry, nor anything remotley pleasing to read. i dont know why u even bother writing
Love it! ... you convey so simple the fact that sometimes people just dont egt out ouf your head! xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Paris, You are a sweet and pretty girl, except for those giant feet, poor thing. Try another instrument. The Suzuki method is not for you. Actually, not every one can learn the violin or carry a tune. Let me whisper, there are some black people who ain't got no rhythm. The good thing is that with hotels in France, you are learning some French.