My kind of puzzle, all these squares know their math…
Each one of us had gathered the very best men we had; we knew we wouldn’t be sorry…
He was only five, my little angel. In his right hand this unexpected toy he collected from the floor. He had dropped the mercury thermometer…
Oh baby, let me lead you to the middle of the floor and hold you while the music plays…
It seemed to be yet another scary cookie jar, the kind you get for Halloween. But then it started to show me its thousand faces…
While waiting for her I gaze at the sky, I imagine shapes within the clouds…
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