The Best Story Of The Free French Prisonier In Urbana - Poem by Atef Ayadi
beside the difference between
a peninsula, and ayland, a oil-land
Beside your memories conflicts.((here, sorry! mine are '''fine! ''?
Beside the memories of 'of all the memories; as a good friend
arabic man said'
in any land
there is a good girl
for a god boy
at the end of the day....but if the day does not end
there are three meanings
your are poor,
you are rich!
and what is classical,
one does not miss
the chicken wings.....
((the chicks are fine, the wings wingz))
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