Yusuf
10-30-2008, 07:38 AM
:heart:Love Letter small
Baby, I have nothing much ..
I say, I have nothing much ..
Where? Galletti you Obandi
And all you .. Amir .. Amir
What are you making literal
It Hranguena Silk
These are the songs and I
Ensure that young writers
Tomorrow .. If turned his papers
And I have missed a bed lamp and indispensable ..
The Akhaddodhart of Hawkha, characters
And almost breaks to fly
Do not tell: Oh, this boy
Tell me, curve and Rill
And almonds .. And so I row
Minimum me go if a prisoner
He said what he said is not Star
However, it Obeiri Abeer
Tomorrow .. People see me in the hair
What Nbivea, poetry and short
*
Gaya was invited people .. Will night
Great .. However, the large Bhabay
What becomes of land if we did not
If your eyes were not ... Why become?
Yusuf
Baby, I have nothing much ..
I say, I have nothing much ..
Where? Galletti you Obandi
And all you .. Amir .. Amir
What are you making literal
It Hranguena Silk
These are the songs and I
Ensure that young writers
Tomorrow .. If turned his papers
And I have missed a bed lamp and indispensable ..
The Akhaddodhart of Hawkha, characters
And almost breaks to fly
Do not tell: Oh, this boy
Tell me, curve and Rill
And almonds .. And so I row
Minimum me go if a prisoner
He said what he said is not Star
However, it Obeiri Abeer
Tomorrow .. People see me in the hair
What Nbivea, poetry and short
*
Gaya was invited people .. Will night
Great .. However, the large Bhabay
What becomes of land if we did not
If your eyes were not ... Why become?
Yusuf