S. I never celebrated Valentine. First, because up to age vecchiarda I have not had the Morosetti, S. Valentino. Second, maybe there Morosetti I had had, but had expired some months before. Or was it just a bad a bad year. However that is never fall the coincidence of having the Morosetti S. Valentino. Then in
vecchiarda Morosetti the age I got serious, that it is surviving so far, and since we were both a little so that did not interest us celebrate it, we never celebrated. I'm not missing things in the calendar spread romance, eh. Jesus I see you, do not be worth it!
But today I decided I wanted to debunk this thing snob not to do the party lovers, and then, in my way, I did. Party. Lovers.
So I went out a love poem that gutter.
The poem goes like this:
If you were here with me
we would go together to see that show
we like them both.
If you were here with me
make you a slice of bread with nutella
and I would say thank you
and then you eat it and eating it
Point your eyes on me
you want to eat me
(also full of gratitude).
If you were here with me
after slice of Nutella and gratitude
we would love.
If you were here with me
I would tell you I love you
timidly
you tell me too, maybe I would say
too, which is not exactly the same thing
but does the same.
If you were here with me
you laverei feet.
If you were here with me
play the game of names
I say a name of a famous
you tell me the name and then vice versa
and who does not know it loses
pledge and pay (that is, I always pay
because they are a bit 'goat
know nothing usually
but you always know everything).
If you were here with me
we could do all those things that lovers do
kisses on the neck
that I sit on you
the brividini.
If you were here with me I would tell you
remains.
If you were here with me.
But you're not here with me .
No.
Why now you are with the PUTTANAAAAAAAAH.
I take this opportunity to make many good wishes to all the inhabitants of the globe who love.
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