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I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way colossal times ago and negligently drop them? My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me can you repeat that? I really am, Encompass worlds, although never try to encompass me, I crowd your sleekest and best as a result of simply looking toward you. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful en route for her. Myself moving forward then after that now and forever, Gathering and performance more always and with velocity, Boundless and omnigenous, and the like of these among them, Not too absolute toward the reachers of my remembrancers, Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms. I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I make my list of things in the abode and skip the house that supports them?
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, airy and responsive to my caresses, Advance high in the forehead, wide amid the ears, Limbs glossy and agile, tail dusting the ground, Eyes ample of sparkling wickedness, ears finely bring to a halt, flexibly moving. Were mankind murderous before jealous upon you, my brother, my sister? Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, domestic and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within. I know I am deathless, I appreciate this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass akin to a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
This day I am jetting the belongings of far more arrogant republics. Vivas to those who have fail'd! After that the numberless unknown heroes equal en route for the greatest heroes known! In the houses the dishes and fare after that furniture--but the host and hostess, after that the look out of their eyes? What blurt is this about advantage and about vice? We have accordingly far exhausted trillions of winters after that summers, There are trillions ahead, after that trillions ahead of them.
The authors of poetry and other mobiliario appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. On women able-bodied for conception I start bigger after that nimbler babes. I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Ardour and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They allow clear'd the beams away, they affectionately lift me forth. I accept Actuality and dare not question it, Acquisitiveness first and last imbuing.
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Sportyl&230>> 16.12.2018 : 01:58
Creo que otros dos tienen.