Thursday, November 27, 2014

We had a garden Amion, Jamunon, Ppiton, we were planted in the courtyard of the house of Shtuton ev


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We had a garden Amion, Jamunon, Ppiton, we were planted in the courtyard of the house of Shtuton evergreen plant flowers, Queen of the Night, marigold, rose chanpak we were reading, Nandan, rolling travis diener and playing man Akkad Bakkad Bambey Bo Poshmpa Poshmpa or marbles. We were hungry travis diener so sweet-sweet or creamy Kulfiyon summer to limit the extent of the bell would cry. Spacious playing fields were rugged tree-Jnkhadon peg leg or reeds were digging the tunnels above the ground. It was night when the power suddenly goes off, then shelved bang canisters mounted box we find it used to get oil. Lying on cots in line littered on rooftops at night we would see three stars in the Big Dipper and long hind and north woodpeckers, parrots, nightingale and the wolf, reindeer, hippopotamuses lived his fingers fly. In those days, when our school at Thirty Thirty-one-half to eight and a half there was open in the middle of the holiday we were crazy old woman on the pink hair, not Tugdejh Tuesday evening were bought from the market Pudiaaa lot of Ampack.
Then we grew up and we've seen the same round as the old country to be young lamp. His world canister travis diener before our corrugated box, then became box. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have stars like fireflies dear. The child began to insist foot stamp chips, Maggie began to eat. Grapes were sold him watching our sweet sour grapes. Suddenly something happened and we could not understand that our old lady hair, Khaten, travis diener oil box, woodpeckers, reindeer and Dipper became angry with us. We have a rich language dictionaries to be astonishingly small and inadequate.
We saw a very sweet language and its culture infection, flowers, leaves, fruits, trees, animals, time, day, festival, directions utensils, dishes, books, tears, smiles, Schick

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