if anyone knows what this man was beyond me informed Please, for exactly 2 years ago I was not even registered inm chat-_-
Friday, February 29, 2008
Demodex Mites And Waxing
wants what?
if anyone knows what this man was beyond me informed Please, for exactly 2 years ago I was not even registered inm chat-_-
if anyone knows what this man was beyond me informed Please, for exactly 2 years ago I was not even registered inm chat-_-
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Spearmint Tea For Fibroids
The Clown
The Clown
I'm a clown, whose soul because of your blindness
an icy, which powders and make-up, thus tearing his existence.
Great shoes at the end of my leg, I'm not sure, but
a life in grand style, so one thing I do not keep.
I wear a tie tightly around my slender neck,
a gallows to hang me up never, no way.
And you can see in the flower from the pocket of my jacket,
thou dost that there water comes out.
I call it modest: my little banquet.
I throw up at all for me artistically in the dust,
in the ring will sound a shrill applause.
you think I would have made me a fool for you,
is not the bloody mouth, which laughs motionless in my face?
And oh, the little parlor tricks, as they have delighted you?
Fortunately my wig is not for sheer crazy maggots.
vermin that eats me from inside and you
as beauty that attaches me to my art pieces.
two of us were what We charming for a team?
a tightrope, the tamer lining steals the show.
If it was not an unavoidable complication to uncover
my heart to you, for me, the sardonic mockery.
Oh, how your smile slowly escapes from your face,
you thought you are the one who loves to play with others?
I gnash my teeth and bite you tongue out ...
I'm the cat and the mouse you.
Meow!
© Christian Ziegler
The Clown
I'm a clown, whose soul because of your blindness
an icy, which powders and make-up, thus tearing his existence.
Great shoes at the end of my leg, I'm not sure, but
a life in grand style, so one thing I do not keep.
I wear a tie tightly around my slender neck,
a gallows to hang me up never, no way.
And you can see in the flower from the pocket of my jacket,
thou dost that there water comes out.
I call it modest: my little banquet.
I throw up at all for me artistically in the dust,
in the ring will sound a shrill applause.
you think I would have made me a fool for you,
is not the bloody mouth, which laughs motionless in my face?
And oh, the little parlor tricks, as they have delighted you?
Fortunately my wig is not for sheer crazy maggots.
vermin that eats me from inside and you
as beauty that attaches me to my art pieces.
two of us were what We charming for a team?
a tightrope, the tamer lining steals the show.
If it was not an unavoidable complication to uncover
my heart to you, for me, the sardonic mockery.
Oh, how your smile slowly escapes from your face,
you thought you are the one who loves to play with others?
I gnash my teeth and bite you tongue out ...
I'm the cat and the mouse you.
Meow!
© Christian Ziegler
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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