Originally Posted by tailor STATELY Covid-19 testing is really mind-boggling out here in Gold Country, USA. First, we need to have everybody tested (face the facts, Jack)... but some politicians say no for Heavens-know-why, and there still are not enough test kits for e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e to get tested. I was lucky (twice)... let me explain: Monday, late evening last, I get a weird dry cough episode and start to feel short of breath... paranoia sets in. OK, taking friend to doctor's appt. Tuesday where we both go for checkups. ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad From springy Aurora face, she got bliss Puddled in her way delivering her kiss From her urbane speech, I learn syntax Into her stunning bosom, I got relax Her sorrowful eyes reveal endless myth Under a darkened hair seems writhe Her fallen tear tickles her cheek as a hail Like a vessel sways under its canopy sail A wide eye as the eye of a wild antelope Clear-eyed gives me an auspicious hope To marry her, indeed you ...
Iraq after the occupation of 2003 Background I myself served as a private soldier in the Iraqi army during the Iraqi-Iranian war, from 1982- 1989. I worked as a medical staff but I shared virtually in many battles that took place from north to south of Iraq, the more important battle is the liberation war of the Faw-district recovering again to the Iraqi authority from Persians in 1988, closely I saw all of the taken place battles there. ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad Nothing remains it was sunk Mohammad Ahmad poems Inside the water it was drowned The village, which I love it, was doomed Nothing remains Her face was sealed Even her dog was drowned Even her home, her she-goat was drowned Nothing remains even her toy Still I know where she played Her hill still I love The place that overlooks over her orchard, Still tickles my heart ...
Originally Posted by Mohammad Ahmad Time of now is bizarre and strange MMA poems Iraqi translator Time of al- Mutanbi was gone away Remote time never comes again Never shall we battle with swords or javelins… Never shall we have horses to cross the desert… Never shall we wait that time to return… Time of now is bizarre and strange…. Those men of dated history have their good deed… Look! Now we are ...
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