How precious life is 
worth living even...
with empty pockets 
the panair of all the bad's 
to live in hope wishing for 
a unity without the tears.
How to overthrow, this spiky bushes 
to not only live, for your dreams 
but to have things for real 
that you will be dedicated hard
within all your power in your heart. 
You need money, to live well 
only life, is a free gift 
Who would work overtime...
just to avoid being thrilled. 
How it will... convince a girl 
that she only thinks on about; 
a wedding dress, as gift of love 
for the snowing day, into flair.
Dec.4.2012                
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