Friday, February 3, 2012

WINES

WINES

The wines in this orgy more banal,
Marc are almost nothing count,
Well before these foolish already I shut up,
I tell and was inconvenience, it does not hurt,
Paying the same price, is everything the same
Since rude souls are overwhelming,
Not having the more laps that I package,
Seek at another side ritual,
Without laurels of victory, without the glory
Remake the same old story each month
By paying rent to this live,
If the verse has no rhyme or metric
It is for the one that addressing
The remains need do not understand me...

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