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Friday, September 12, 2008. Thursday, September 4, 2008. Softly They push me in the water. They were ringing my clothes out now. I drank the pail down of the water. I rung the water from my clothes so clean. Gently shut my eyes. I filled the pail with my ringing water. I cast the passwords in a perfect scene and burn all my belongings. Maybe two will complicate my life. Oh, this and more, right before my eyes. The pail in my mouth. My password was a home on fire! Q And Not U. Q And Not U. You know my nam.CONTENT
This web page mydeathcart.blogspot.com states the following, "Friday, September 12, 2008." We saw that the webpage said " Thursday, September 4, 2008." It also said " Softly They push me in the water. They were ringing my clothes out now. I drank the pail down of the water. I rung the water from my clothes so clean. I filled the pail with my ringing water. I cast the passwords in a perfect scene and burn all my belongings. Maybe two will complicate my life. Oh, this and more, right before my eyes. The pail in my mouth. My password was a home on fire! Q And Not U."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
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I have to say I am learning about the technical elements and am still working out how to change the appearance of this blog.
Ce skyblog va vous présenté no dessin et nos delire enfin notre life koi. bon enfaite c exacteme comme manon alors jvé pa reécrire 2 fois le mm truc. Abonne-toi à mon blog! .
In 1995 my great aunt turned 100 years old. At age 10, in 1905, she left the UK with her family and migrated to South Australia. Her family seemed to have a wanderlust, moving each generation. It caught my father too and as an adult moved his own family to New South Wales, where I was born and grew up, away from my cousins in South Australia.
Mes potes et nos délires, mes joie, mes peines, mes amours, mes blessures, mes sourires, mes larmes.