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this is the real reflection of what's going on in your tiny inferiority complexed little brain:|
You have the 1 fomula, and now study my poem.
2005-08-05 16:08 Reply
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Tsiek tsiek and tsiek tsiek,
Flying dagger lowers his sighs.
Who's in his heart and what’s on his mind?
"No one’s on my heart, and nothing’s on my mind.”
“Daydreaming, a devil at my sight,
He’s a storm arose f’m the sea.
Hurts the hopeful suitors home,
Taking away their pretty girls.”
“The devil’s not a ghost in deed
But a man from far away.
To Dragon’s land hunts for treasure,
The devils get the lasses home.”
“Peonies warm’p the daggers’land,
Hidden back there a thousand years.
Daggers’ land opens up.
Hidden spring comes to sight”
“Easy it is to pray for “god”,
Farewell farewell, a fading plea.
By no means to let them go
Daggers are nothing gardeners alike.”
“Bitter and alone with peonies gone,
Blame the peonies for being pale”.