“ It was a di

me on its side, the fence was from the dam, I was frightened, and lamb,
the water stood on my lips,
you know of the hat and the edge,
my saving angel, knight in distres,


I am so happy as a child ', you said.

I do:
Butter
by the fish water by
the wine I get the lack

of it, and
the back and forth from time to time.

Let me shut
my mouth off? Biting my tongue?
The rack is out,
the cake is out,
why until Saint Juttemis
very meekly
let the cheese eat from my bread?
I have been suffering for two years.

'I stand behind you', you
say..


You are not worth
a penny. A kick after you love
to give, because bean comes for his pay,
it is all
so heavy on

your stomach. Playing in stupid you are a rock.
Do not want the lusts
you give to me with all love.
Why
are the best handlemen back on shore
they sing the highest song? Do
they always give the blanks?
I'm not crazy Gerrit!

Who doesn't want to hear must feel,
so from me you get lick of piece.
There is the hole of the door,
from now on you can





Put the

flowers out of your own hard-earned money on your dead field.

Stories: Put on the naughty shoes (proverb story)

MyLife: Playing a game with... (proverbs story)

Stories: Flying (e.d.i.t./proverbial)

Let yourself challenge you at Yoors.

Language Year 2018/2019

A little #taaljaaruitdaging in its time is never gone.


The photo in the header is mine

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