- Perché solo il vento Ostro
si puó ballare con gli alberi...?
- Adesso io voglio anche, dire il Scirocco......
- Anche io detto il Gregale...
- Ho detto anche io il Ponente... 1
- Ore, i vostri piagnone egoistici...
ha detto questo il famoso TRAMONTANA !
- Per caso sulla loro terra, scioltto,
non ballare vuoi con i suoi amici
dela foreste...!? nei loro angoli non sono
preferito de palle ?
- Quindi smettere di bramare gli alberi
delle altri...?
- Qui, in questo zolla, qui ballano,
pezzo che danza, vernici bordo... me ....!
qui balla eccomi vento, nel vento,
piede di vento... meglior piede di valze...
io... me... !
Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
ode to shadows
as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?
steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and i
provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee
a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures
to wee thee pants for eternity!
Shining, laughing, running, jumping, dancing.
Golden hills caress the sides of a town hidden from time,
They are witness to the laughing, running, jumping, dancing.
Sin committed, duty abandoned, but blessed with such heaven.
Paradiso where he was running, jumping, dancing.
The gods of young cocky soldiers smiled on him as he truly lived.
A tireless youthful soul relished in the jumping, dancing.
Amici, cugini, loved him despite the stigmas that nipped his heels.
The heels with war worn boots, that stomped on carnage like dead leaves,
That traversed through tragedy, Dante traveling into the seven circles,
Death stuck to his boot heels, bones, blood, and souls victim to the crushing,
Humanity seeped from his pores, left on some battlefield by a rotting corpse,
But amici, cugini loved him in this paradiso, tucked in the Marches.
And, with the grace of youth, he saved himself through the dancing.
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