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the 'arity and umirtà

I wanted to write so many 'ose .... but risk' NDA holes ....
and because "tomorrow" Easter is April 4, 2010 I have to hold ....

who so wished 'doth hear and' doth hear ...!!!

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Love one another as brothers .... I loved Vol
...... Even
You are my brother ... well you're just like me, no matter six six red, yellow or black if you have the same ... my hands ... you're a guy like me ....

These were songs that 'antava' questioned us years ago '... And after so many years are still current enough to have .....



The 'arity el'umirtà


‘ste Virtu’ paien finite ner dimentïatoio,

‘r sopruso e l’arroganza han preso ‘r sopravvènto;

e come olio ‘he sòrte senza mesura dar frantoio,

fan trabocca’ la tanïa dell’odio e mi sgomento.

Anco se hai torto marcio, vòi ave’ sempre ragione,

e parlo a tutti ‘ presenti, anch’io ‘ompreso.

La ‘orpa gliè sempre di ‘uell’artri a paragone,

soprattutto se ner mucchio trovi uno più debole, ‘ndifeso!

Eppure ‘risto l’ha predïato e poi ner Vangelo have one ditto:

loves 'r thy neighbor' ome yourself!

But you only care about 'you r' 'nteresse and' r tu 'profits, and pro

ttuo, all daughters and both admitted granted.

thou hast never Penzano 'he thou hast had a Buo' sager?

Pote'i they 'face heart full of flies, undernourished heart baby belly;

and if you survived, then' Apita 'n give a barge slammed sea, land and lookouts

' and taken from crandestino give Tigga 'n television .

Now, 'magine for them' you one of 'uelli there:' ... straommunitario

co tu 'poer moldy rags' n a bag 'he ccontiene' r you burden;

Watched 'on quell'occhioni scattered, search' ll'aiuto humanitarian

Poer Christ ... 'he once told you ... daughters' r you' brother!

Letter To Hr Generalist

Ghiàvolo Er, ll' and A'gnolo ll'Acquasanta

These verses, I knocked out in ten minutes .....
I was at home with a little 'season of pain (' the infruenza ....) quer afternoon and was randomly 'r priest (Don Giampaolo ..) to bless the' asa and family.
course, not just a simple "Schizzettino" dell'aspersorio Lava 'sins and dell'A'gnolo .....




Ghiàvolo Er, and ll'Àgnolo ll'Acquasanta


the Omo, history speaks, seems to be down to give surprise Adam

and Eve, the woman, 'na on' 'òstola shaped.


Then, a snag, such a result morza apple branch, and from that inauspicious day

peace 'was a PPIU there.


Dé, we're good partners poo paradise!

But who has ffatto is 'da' ar rrètta bifurcate ?


C'avevi of ugni 'dares no need to open the' windows

but you had to ll'invidia pe 'ffòrza clog' ll'ombuto!


How ppòi sees', the common mortal, the story 'a has changed the way

gl'è less than straight, dark and always serves bbuia


and anch'ammé,' ow tte laws that, in sort 'bega m'è is touched!

'por do you know'? Nothing! Bears' need ... and hallelujah!


accidèrba And it takes a tbsp zzampino always! Yes, Ghiàvolo ar!

Giampà Come ... Don, you go to dda 'blessing coll'Acquasanta!


Mah ... quer brush 'on ttre dark for' sins and dell?? We wished but

lla der machine copper! Sa ... cen'è splash so much!

Pumping Water Into Urethra

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Dal profondo della notte che mi avvolge
Black as the Pit from pole to pole it,
thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of the ax
fate of my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of
shadows

yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the
life.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus, William Ernest Henley

Rashes On Outer Thigh

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