Poezie
Eternal truth
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Tulips always wither before you come to talk.
God starts the air-condition in May approximately.
My mother?s currant-juice tastes better than a Coke.
Before, after lunch, in sunshine, rain I want you madly.
There are no nice girls, just you?ve drunk too much.
As nausea, appetite always comes with eating.
Only the sexy girls have T-shirts with ?Don?t Touch!?.
I love you desperatly. Blindly. As Bocelli?s singing.
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