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, on October 14, 2011 report post reply applause 0
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Pana se dumiresc cum stau lucrurile , fiecare "smuls" va ajunge in bratele altcuiva, care nu se afla chiar aici...Ceva mai incolo...hehehe...
Sa le spun o poezea (sic!) celor de fata?
"Avea mosul o gaina
Si gaina a zburat,
La o baba, o vecina
Si-n gradina s-a ouat.
Mosul a iesit din casa
Sa ia oul, doar e-al lui.
Baba, insa, artagoasa,
I-a spus:
-Pune-ti pofta-n cui!
Harrr! incolo, harrr! incoace,
Ca-i al lui, ca e al ei,
Pana cand ,ca sa-i impace,
Oul l-a mancat...Grivei"
Ce legatura are poezia cu desenul tau?
Niciuna, dar...asa-i ca-i fain la "gradi" , unde inveti lucruri bune?Hehehe...
Pe scurt: Faina sminteala, Mav-estro!
E din viata asta, cea de toate zilele si atat de plina de dinamism!
Ia tu stelele , pana nu vad "astia" stele verzi!
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Kidor, on October 06, 2011 report post reply applause 0
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edda von sinnen, on October 05, 2011 report post reply applause 0