Then I said to them – Short Poem

You who choose your wives to many. Isn’t it a little unfair to the God you do not associate with? If so, everyone knew this tucked away from a jungle of … The way forward is to master problems and take them as a challenge without saying anything further than excuse me, friend, you are near me, when you take advantage of the fact that the world is small and at the same time big? You have to weigh your ways clean without disdain for the systems, which invite you small to great of God for God. Norwegian: dere som velger deres koner til mange. Er det ikke litt urettferdig den Gud dere ikke omgΓ₯s? Om sΓ₯ var at alle visste dette Gjemt fra en jungel av skrablerier… Veien…

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Poem: Sometimes Love hurt

Sometimes Love hurt Sometimes love hurts When sometimes somebody leaves love for some other love, it’s the main reason why love hurts, because it doesn’t start. It gave me reasons to look another way and have faith in love to be loved; they told me that they would be together forever in love that grooved, but they found the exit easier than to exist together forever. Love hurts; what do we get to do to make the love be loved whenever. Loved but not torn, loved but not feared. Everything that means love, everything that states love, gives reasons to understand that it exists forever and disappears never. So be together forever, make love forever for love together in fever. Does someone exist, then they hurt love with pain…

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My own Unique and Latest few Poems collection on my Twitter about Love and Future

Some of the collection, three is Fibonacci good, so three it will be, such indeed there are more than just a few there are dozen all forgotten, still not unleashed but always there to breath upon remarks of the past. Thi even time, but crucial, but hopes for the better to getting well better, keeping thee upon see. We might be who else we might try to be. So it’s you who need you to remember, though, that the bee is the one to protect. Unless depress, being the worlds and the world the same keeping after all divided future for thi upon seeing thee might be ever to see the bee forever kept as a treasure towards the illness that can’t disappear unless it’s spoken about, told who…

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