Poetry

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Departure accompanied by the witches spell. Expand screen
towards the far East. While the pastoral close gate
the altar of prayer, their khusuk looking for the voice of God.

Our airport, trade is not a fairy tale. Can you swap with gunpowder
the land of Wind or Sheepskin Top of Hindustan.

He laughed while patting the desk. His stomach did not change like a wine keg
oplosan rolling around there. The Lord has lead us
with the sound of heaven. The sound that is heard the King.

What you're looking for in our country. Gunpowder magicians you said,
in your children lullabies that still supposedly.
We four hundred or five hundred years
will come our future ment remaining at the end of the Bowl
MI korengan forefinger chicken with us.
Add a dollop of green chilli and pepper seujung nail
more sweating from the porters.