Maestro...
Kith to all heaven procreateth ever.
He draws blood, t’seal unions mortified.
Entreats most Trojan beauty… peril… peril.
One message strong, one kingdom for one horse,
He leaves all men in major state of sunder.
Ships set ablaze, pre-mortal feast is off
“…der Geist, der stets verneint…” I wonder… wonder.
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He doesn't need it, never takes it. That is worse...
Олеся Вальгер 01.10.2008 16:26 Заявить о нарушении
Or, kingdom is too small for such a horse? :)
Hey Alice! Sooooooooooo nice to see you again!
Fern 01.10.2008 16:42 Заявить о нарушении