Hm, etra. Poetry 2025 is back, What was last grain?

Grains sick.

Nowhere.

Making plan.

Making scene...

Gether somebody than,

right ingles.

Trouble have chains,

word rings.

Nothing, like owe. Money.

I had... a look at nobody.

Strange knock.

Women!

Grains can not be schools.

Indigenous.

Any, here.

Social troubles.

There, angry mighty.

Big danger.

Winner.

Names, places. Time.

I'm on on...

Next grain' -

I don't didn't step ghost.

Shelter, ghost.

Winner! Couple of winnings.

All here.

Holy moly?

Sense, natural.

Find solution?

Thy this secret.

Cut.

I know... that all.

My, this heat trick.

What'd you 'ay?

I know one tear.

Right tears.

A thousands off.

Not me.

Life.

Big man.

Liked if a poor chief.

I hold yawn crazy beef.

The grain is season.

Why happy and man work,

for pain...

It's witch.

It's gone, easy left.

Correct done.

Real father, I could be on.

That father... and father,

maybe never know.

No grain nowhere!

It's a twist but a journey.

Have fun!

I'm still alone, gun.

(Pen)

by Apatcho Cheied SEdL 2025 is back

All for this,

You remember Lyla's wealthy dream.

Smaksätt gärna

med lite etra.

What's that we lib withe news?

Krock-kudde för blogg?

En liten hellish nobb.

Leave thas... (Prince, Little Red Corvette)

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