I know my chickens
The pan of your mother
There isn't stale bread
You are a little lord of nothing
I know my chickens
The pan of your mother
There isn't stale bread
You are a little lord of nothing
You cannot discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore
Caro Dio, quando nelle preghiere ti chiedevo di far morire quel pedofilo truccato, liftato,mentalmente disturbato e di colore indefinibile, non intendevo Michael Jackson.
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