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Winnen op gokkasten 63

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41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!Retreating they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their number, was the price they took in advance, Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone, They treated for an honorable.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship.
Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.Quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing slot machine restauratie geluiden out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself, On all sides prurient provokers.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come gokken met sms credits from under the faint red roofs of mouths.Let it all out!Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.