Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Rikke K lålålålålålålå !!!!
100 cannonballs on the window - is like
soft
grass – it might be
Exiting, because I don’t know what’s coming up. – it could be saying
Knirr knirr – and then
It hurts – it could also be tasting
Sauer – but then again it feels like
I am the wrong place – because
Tomorrow it is Monday – but then I hear
Laughter – and I feel happy
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Det er fedt at det sidste ord i hver sætning, står nede i næste linje :D
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