Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting
magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornò of farts
in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these
mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished
have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.
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