Best Logo Poems
Logo streets
Tarek Hassan
I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal
Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry
She did like him forgot
Suddenly the door sound memory.
I went to the Indonesian island of buttam
Filled eyes saw, the sea shore
I wrote the name of the plane splitting book
Baluchar got to bed rest.
I saw the sea waves Malay
A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,
Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,
It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.
I saw the Maldives, around the island city
Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor
Small passenger plane shuttled everyone
No it does not flying and landing airport.
I've lived long, the city of dreams
Eternal spring in the country, the love
Took her as his workers,
He went to the city, I saw how much
Are there to touch hands
luxury lifetime pass in Palace.
I traveled in China in technology
Many people say to me they don't understand
I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,
How many state alleges the new angirase
lightning at night I have seen in Beijing.
I went to Hong Kong on the way
He also saw how the people
I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,
I have no one to tell details.
I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises
Again I saw something there to look dirty,
I was shocked to see their culture
Girl brutalized the country.
I went to India, to heal the mind
How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge
I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again
Why do we need so much love.
I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan
I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies
I'm going down through the mountains.
I went to Australia, on the ground
I could not keep my feet,
The fate did not respond to me, warning that day
dream is still chasing me.
I love to this day, do not see the city
I did it in the hope chest, one night,
This is a dream I have traveled on the fog
Logo luxury streets.
Sickness and orphanage is not his choice
In the ears of the world echoes his voice
When he shouts for help you ignore his noise
For problems in the world are always his toys
Help me please
He still cries for peace
And he’s so polite as he bends on his knees
Beat him. Torture him. Don’t let him have his ease
But you know one day you’ll be punished for this
Little boy has no food to make him health
When you hear his cry he’s fading toward death
A hip pop beat describes his breath
Make lyrics to it. Sing along. Make him loose his faith
But you’ll be the one soon after God grabs your worth
Give him what you ate let him swallow like a frog
For he is proud of what he gets although you feed him like a dog
Let him sleep in the cold night of fog
Put a picture of this fellow on your blog
But if you don’t help him you are just embarrassing this hog
No clothes to wear he has
Nothing nice but a prayer he does
He begs on the windows as they stop, the cars
No woman in the town to claim that he’s hers
Nor a man in the city, they just spend their money in bars
He wasn’t born to struggle
Neither of his hands were meant to smuggle
Nor his life was meant to have no goal
It’s the death of his parents who created this logo.
A young girl who lost her knickers
Grew tired of hearing the snickers
"Well, urine luck!"
Cried Donald, "Duck!
I have Hello Kitty stickers!"
Mango is wild
But the logo of fruits
Long before the white Apples
IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM
HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND
WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED
NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED
AND AMAZED.
SHE SMILED AS IF JIS FEELINGS WEREN'T TO BE HURT
OR AT LEAST BRUISED.
BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THEIR, SHE TOLD HIM SHE KNEW SHE WAS PREGANT
AND SHE THOUGHT HIM TO BE THE FATHER. IN ANY INSTANCE SHE'D EXPECT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF HIS CHILD AND TOLD HIM
HER HUSBAND HAD AGREED TO RAISE THE CHILD AS HIS.
SHE THOUGHT IT WAS NESSACARY TO ADVICE HIM OF THE LIMITATIONS
SHE HAD PLACED ON HIM, AND GAVE REASON TO SUPPORT HER THEORY OF MALE EGO AND PRIDE.
HE THOUGHT SHE WAS CRAZY AND ASKED HER TO LEAVE. SHE MILED AND SAID I WILL CALL YOU IN THREE DAYS, WE CAN TALK THEN.
HE SAT ON THE SIDE OF HIS BED FOR HOURS, AND THE ONLY WORDS HE COULD COME UP WITH WERE
FROM ONE DAY THINKING SHE JUST LIKED HAVING COMPANY, TO THIS. EXTREME TO EXTREME: AND WONDERED WHO SHE RECEIVED ADVICE FROM AND WHAT GRIPE DID THE OTHERS WHO SUPPORTED HER HAVE AGAINST HIM.
SOMBOR THE UNMAKING OF THOSE WHO CONSPIRE TO MAKE NIGHTS TOMMORROWS FOR COUPLING. SHE WISHED HIM TO BE HER PAYDAY. AND NOW HE WAS FACED WITH HER DISTORTED WAYS OF ESTABLISHING EXSISTANCE.
Cerro Gordo. Which one? Yeah thats how it goes. Either you are talking about a small farming town on the east coast of the Us or a Silver mining town on the west coast of the US> Both names have spanish or Mexican orgin. Cerro Gordo which translated means "Fat Hill".
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