Watching the moon in the sky,
In a silent nignt, the smoke for the fire fills my views,
But them a cool wind blows and clear me views
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If we reconcile to the realities of life, we do not grieve over sorrows and jump high over joys!
Hi David. I think its better you put your pen down for the survival of mankind. Two people are already in the maternity ward cause of you. I bet you are one of those awesome guys who live in the basement. Here is a poem for you, Once upon a time I read a poem, It was written by one gay fellow, G for gethu, Shoutu na katthu, Katthina motthu, Ombothuku apparam patthu, Potthinka kuthu, LakalakaLakalakaLakalakaLakalakaLakalakaLakalakaLakalaka, Poda telephone boothu.