Myself were called to be a pig without wine.
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The poem by the son of fools
Monday, December 07, 2009My son Haldor that tomorrow is nine years old, and has long said he wanted time to be an actor (I joked occasionally if its Leutetotbabbelei he would get to the Eighteenth unceremoniously given a Punch and Judy show and could thus independently make), just the following poem has written, if you will, to a pig Climate:
There was once a pig
The also had four legs'
There gang at many festivals
And drank wine
It was so fine
As his own home
The pig also has two ears
And is sometimes lost one
Then gift 'him one of you
The pig is generally
Day after day
(The text caption is also by him.)
Absolute madness IV
Tuesday, April 28, 2009Now that the link to the BBC page first did not want to rest, although correctly specified, I will provide the "absolute madness" for today with a final comment.
Meanwhile, people have raised me who think the whole Herumgestumpe viruses is a completely hypocritical that AIDS is itself already been a fear mongers invention and the like.
As fact remains that is made here to a big wheel. (more ...)
