Dites-moi s'il vous roulle plat si une chose manque mon Franais est un peu rouill. ^_^
Please tell me if any thing is missing my French'e is a little rusty. ^_^
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Beautifully expressed with real emotion and hearts intent. I am also glad you didn't try to muddy it with big words as so many poets do trying to make them self sound smart. I give it five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
For those whose French is weak like myself this English translation thanks to Google Translate :~)
I saw you with him again last night,
I just was there you saw me fight.
You the deer were broke, last night,
But I owe here that affronts the merits of the sera well.
A laugh inside like you yelled last night,
Masking to now it seems out of sight.
I looked at you in the light of the moon last night,
And Monday dear I have noticed a tight and tight look.
I love you dear, car monday the bat bat fast every night,
I love you dear Monday and I will never start a fight.
The dear mom Jo lets down at the gut as common sense before we really lasted the nigh
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Beautifully expressed with real emotion and hearts intent. I am also glad you didn't try to muddy it with big words as so many poets do trying to make them self sound smart. I give it five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
For those whose French is weak like myself this English translation thanks to Google Translate :~)
I saw you with him again last night,
I just was there you saw me fight.
You the deer were broke, last night,
But I owe here that affronts the merits of the sera well.
A laugh inside like you yelled last night,
Masking to now it seems out of sight.
I looked at you in the light of the moon last night,
And Monday dear I have noticed a tight and tight look.
I love you dear, car monday the bat bat fast every night,
I love you dear Monday and I will never start a fight.
The dear mom Jo lets down at the gut as common sense before we really lasted the nigh
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The syntax found in this manuscript of S. D. Blankenship's poetry could retain to disordered and/or psychopathic. Comprehend and examine at your own exposed thoughts. A number of words mig.. more..