Seven sneezes in a row A cold touch burns my soul.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Bicycle trip
I will never forget that day I bicycled a long way Leaves were falling around me You know how beautiful it could be I saw a bird flying in sky I felt wind passing by Being such a happy creature I must be loved by nature
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