Lion kid a dog, my young and nice partners. Hold had equitable been apt my house while the child was three months age while it's soft body dressed in yellow-brown cilia, four white paws, dark shiny mini eyes reveals one inexhaustible morale. Junior seems to be lazy period, those solitary dreams of time, for the lion children and extra chromatic life flourish. Autumn afternoon was humdrum, lengthy and fraught with depression. I like to sit quietly in the chilly screen outside the hospital, so that when the projection of the sun via the bough of the breaches down the piebald shadows fell aboard the ground, the lukewarm autumn sun, the lion children lying at my feet,UGG Swell Tall, the casual sound of inhalation activity. Everything namely quiet, for if the imagine in general. Sometimes, no far away, there ambition be a few old sun, they talk of ancient things, because me, is even now away. Who understand they face the vicissitudes of unkempt white cilia in the number of invisible many sad memories and joy. Lion children do not like them, always attempting to rush the call tsunami, I tin not stop it and interfere with their unwarranted pique, the old human will smile, in the sunny sunlight,ugg boots for men, I can not tell what it is to laugh, love alternatively ridicule, alternatively the additional, muddle of children leave with a lion. If they do not appear, always this beauteous landscape and the lion ashore the baby belongs to me, I was quite merry, a colossal infinite space, I am free stretch. Lion children are quite merry, Siyangbacha, the small head pillow on my feet, dependent on me, and the casual cordial with it's tongue licking my hand, itch very cozy. Some yellowing of the leaves fall, light long duration of drifting, and I fell like a butterfly lion children who, because this beautiful landscape added a bit bleak, the lion does not care about children, truce of mind to enjoy this moment of pleasure , my mind was dance yellow leaves into that beautiful love romance. Lion children like one angel, free, exude a vibrant and happy air. I do not limit its operation, it went, I worked. In the nightfall, I like to wade, the lion children are all accompanied me, in front of it spattered with delight, trot, and sometimes stop seeing back at me. I followed leisurely back it, by the airing country alley line slowly. Roadside Akigusa yellow, dense implied decline. Children play with the lion, with a corn stalk alternatively a pebble children,ugg and jimmy choo, enjoy the shed with its delight and innocence. I was calm, some solitude and calm, which seems innate, forever makes me more to watch later the cold center, a faint emotion bleak. Children like a lion with those friends of many years, happy with it affects me, it the melody, the melody simply seems to be caused along nature. Often, the emotions I was it, temporarily forget the depressed and pessimistic. Sun sets and when I arrange on the grass smelling of autumn flavor, let your thoughts ride days, the lion children waited at my side, lying down voicelessly, as if to understand my thoughts. Night a little morsel hanging down, the cigarette mushrooming in the plough courtyard, cow bell jingling rings on the course home, the male in the sheep on the hillside inverse where cut his larynx to sing folk anthems. Simple and credible lyrics, . I am really in that rugged voice heard intense emotions of people writing anthems, heard the eager look inward to his love and faithful. This eagerly looking ahead to touch me, for if in a nightmare listen the cry of the heart. I was always reminded of a poem, the poem reads: to open. Fall sunset, night spread, I firmly deem that tomorrow there will be a more beautiful morning. Children looking at several more mountains lions barking, declared with its provocative and heroic. This time, as long as the phone soon, with the lion behind children will board on the voyage home. Now, time to flee, lion children as early as I command farewell to the world accompanied at tears buried in the tree, yet often I will miss it, miss my youth, the best partners, and every time back, I will to its grave front, leaning against the tree had grown lush pear, and my partner to speak, to tell it I miss, my life, my hereafter imagine, I do not like and others say the truth. Although it quietly in the ground in pacify, but never our verbal communication is not a single wording. I believe that my yarn, my thoughts, as the aboriginal,UGG Ultimate Tall Braid, it can know. Good partner, you have not gone to,UGG Ultra Tall Boots, in my heart is still so ironing.
Monday, October 24, 2011
with the lion behind children
Lion kid a dog, my young and nice partners. Hold had equitable been apt my house while the child was three months age while it's soft body dressed in yellow-brown cilia, four white paws, dark shiny mini eyes reveals one inexhaustible morale. Junior seems to be lazy period, those solitary dreams of time, for the lion children and extra chromatic life flourish. Autumn afternoon was humdrum, lengthy and fraught with depression. I like to sit quietly in the chilly screen outside the hospital, so that when the projection of the sun via the bough of the breaches down the piebald shadows fell aboard the ground, the lukewarm autumn sun, the lion children lying at my feet,UGG Swell Tall, the casual sound of inhalation activity. Everything namely quiet, for if the imagine in general. Sometimes, no far away, there ambition be a few old sun, they talk of ancient things, because me, is even now away. Who understand they face the vicissitudes of unkempt white cilia in the number of invisible many sad memories and joy. Lion children do not like them, always attempting to rush the call tsunami, I tin not stop it and interfere with their unwarranted pique, the old human will smile, in the sunny sunlight,ugg boots for men, I can not tell what it is to laugh, love alternatively ridicule, alternatively the additional, muddle of children leave with a lion. If they do not appear, always this beauteous landscape and the lion ashore the baby belongs to me, I was quite merry, a colossal infinite space, I am free stretch. Lion children are quite merry, Siyangbacha, the small head pillow on my feet, dependent on me, and the casual cordial with it's tongue licking my hand, itch very cozy. Some yellowing of the leaves fall, light long duration of drifting, and I fell like a butterfly lion children who, because this beautiful landscape added a bit bleak, the lion does not care about children, truce of mind to enjoy this moment of pleasure , my mind was dance yellow leaves into that beautiful love romance. Lion children like one angel, free, exude a vibrant and happy air. I do not limit its operation, it went, I worked. In the nightfall, I like to wade, the lion children are all accompanied me, in front of it spattered with delight, trot, and sometimes stop seeing back at me. I followed leisurely back it, by the airing country alley line slowly. Roadside Akigusa yellow, dense implied decline. Children play with the lion, with a corn stalk alternatively a pebble children,ugg and jimmy choo, enjoy the shed with its delight and innocence. I was calm, some solitude and calm, which seems innate, forever makes me more to watch later the cold center, a faint emotion bleak. Children like a lion with those friends of many years, happy with it affects me, it the melody, the melody simply seems to be caused along nature. Often, the emotions I was it, temporarily forget the depressed and pessimistic. Sun sets and when I arrange on the grass smelling of autumn flavor, let your thoughts ride days, the lion children waited at my side, lying down voicelessly, as if to understand my thoughts. Night a little morsel hanging down, the cigarette mushrooming in the plough courtyard, cow bell jingling rings on the course home, the male in the sheep on the hillside inverse where cut his larynx to sing folk anthems. Simple and credible lyrics, . I am really in that rugged voice heard intense emotions of people writing anthems, heard the eager look inward to his love and faithful. This eagerly looking ahead to touch me, for if in a nightmare listen the cry of the heart. I was always reminded of a poem, the poem reads: to open. Fall sunset, night spread, I firmly deem that tomorrow there will be a more beautiful morning. Children looking at several more mountains lions barking, declared with its provocative and heroic. This time, as long as the phone soon, with the lion behind children will board on the voyage home. Now, time to flee, lion children as early as I command farewell to the world accompanied at tears buried in the tree, yet often I will miss it, miss my youth, the best partners, and every time back, I will to its grave front, leaning against the tree had grown lush pear, and my partner to speak, to tell it I miss, my life, my hereafter imagine, I do not like and others say the truth. Although it quietly in the ground in pacify, but never our verbal communication is not a single wording. I believe that my yarn, my thoughts, as the aboriginal,UGG Ultimate Tall Braid, it can know. Good partner, you have not gone to,UGG Ultra Tall Boots, in my heart is still so ironing.
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