Poetry about uncle

It is me in the morning, dinner is still

That your mourning is me unfinished yet

I have not yet cried

Hoping to relieve Ham cry still

I can not rely on my head

Do not go warm for that hello yet

No chamber set up without your groin

Not concocted, but one word still

What is a strange reminder of you ...

Call me any time to name yet

Unless I go to the hot Hussein and Hassan

That hot, hot expensive; Dell, Raw Delicate Still:

Hi, the man's tattered liver

That is, his roaring is still a special word

Hi, I love you!

They did not kill her. Revenge still exists.

Poetry about uncle

John Doe Talk Do not Go

Do not talk in sadness

Poetry about getting lost

However, staying here, you have two wounds

God has two wings for you

An alien is a traveler who does not know

Stay was not worthy of you and not yours

Times of travel depending on the visit of the martyrs

Happy you go friend to your friend

Empty world without you, being happy with you

I sat down on this roof for a while

It's hard for me not to get used to this

It's clear from the bright window of that house

It's hard not to be like tonight tonight

Zane Window, Prayer Song

What does this frame represent you?

What glittering flower, what do we put in?

O Joseph, from this saddle of mercy

Though it's tight, I'm hard for you

We are the prison pack of Bella, the tired of the world

You are a part of this strait and Bella, to your God

Awaken you, see the smiles of the martyrs

Dear friend, Happy Carb

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