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While the satrap kills ...

While Gaddafi prepares to play "the last burst of the Bunker," a flight of cranes going on in my heaven, life is simpler there and quiet;
Ronronette, sweet pussy, look at me, héberluée looking Bombard the headquarters! site Jérôme Leroy: Like me, she wondered how our dear friend, although post-stal unrepentant okay to continue to support Chavez, after the declarations of support for the latter to Gaddafi (Jerome you'll always be my friend, but now I can not follow you: your caudillo progressive, he may die!) and then
Filou, dog truffle truffle who tote around her wonder: what are you doing here, walking the woods and meadows and bring excellent Intermittenza Camilleri instead of going to taste the scent of jasmine freedom to go see the exciting, disturbing uncertainties of the revolution that the friend Julius Marx noted in a comment to the previous message, what you doing here instead of going to chat with people in your English metic Tahir place on the Cairo to Baghdad on the fault line of capital? What are you waiting to find true life, not simple or easy?
Sometimes I'm sick animals, with their eyes.