No matter how high the mountain we can look past we'll find lush pine trees, apples, Bell that is Santa Claus left us with a gift that you as long as a pine, give life to an indomitable hope you say you're just a bunch of bells, spring is here, you have to be gently shake off last, you put a Red Apple reservoir into my little eye to me from this world, gently break past a poem is born. I am your little padded jackets, a new yearChristmas in small padded jacket "TITLE =" wild bridgepoetry 08231: small Christmas padded jacket "/> tonight, I used my poems for you to do a little eye a little Christmas, dressed in pajamas and in your heart, like I was your little padded jackets, is your love in winter the temperature and weight.
2010年11月18日星期四
Wild bridge poem 08231: small Christmas padded jacket _ wild bridge _ Sina Blog
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