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Young spring my lad,
present not a rose but a watermelon
to your darling.

It's so unromantic!
You may question!

Is there any blazing love on earth redder
than the luscious flesh?
What can mirror better a gentle green hand by love
than the green skin?
Which is handier to quench parching thirst
in summer?

And how about those myriad undesirable seeds?
You may still wonder!

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I'm gonna have a Borg cube on my brothers cake. I think that would be cool, or nerdy, depending on the way you look at it. My friends birthday is today but we met yesterday, me and a few other girls. it was nice. she loved the gift, I told her how my son wanted to pick a gift but another dog was a bit to much but we agreed on a book about dogs and a scented candle thingy with oil.... have no idea what it is called, in any language. He also made the card for her and drew a picture of her in it, very ...

I've been lying here waiting;
A noisy brook nearby has been babbling for one and a half afternoon.
No footstep of my love in the mist,
only a wood of whispering pines
whispering her name over and over again.
One day and a half lingers as long as one century and a half.

She's gone with the wind again,
nowhere to be found.
Only a summer of cicadas
keep singing her song over and over again.

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Have a nice day.

Merciful mother is crying again now in rainy season
for her suffering children on earth.
She cries and cries until her tears turn into a vast expanse of waters,
rushing down mountains
and submerging villages along with her scions on its way.


Some shed salty pearls for those poor souls.
I, a truth sayer,
say those are blessed who are carried away by merciful Mother,
for their souls are in heaven now,

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