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