opens the way
gold powder on the stubble
stopover in Bremen ...
limping, the donkey went on the road to Bremen. He walked for some time when he met a dog who coughed to break your heart. "My God, comrade! exclaimed he explains. You seem a bad way. What has happened to it ?
- Oh, my poor friend! I am old, I'm sick I'm getting weak and a little more each day. I can no longer hunt. Then my master wanted to kill me. I could save myself, but now I do not know where to go.
- Listen, "said the donkey, I am going to Bremen to be town musician. You can come with me! I can play the lute, and you timpani! "The dog found the
good idea, and they set off.
...
Blog Day Out, pencils and brushes slung between two entomological excursions and seamstresses, with Lachesis and Atropos as guardian angels.
Flies and gnats, dragonflies or butterflies for answer Simone, Queen of Pink cloth, piping and bias of tartar, which, eyelid and eyebrow busy Playful concocts a finger casually invraissemblables bags of tricks and trappings of an entire people as sober as they are elegant, and occasionally exercised in interpreting the text of Duende ...
soap unsinkable
doubled in real shower curtain.
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