theyer are all over the world
all races and faces
boys a girls
no cloth no food no one to trun too
there's lot you can do
fill the wall
be ther if they call
they all
need someone they can trust
GIVE A CHILD A CHRISTMAS
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Atrocious time will land and soon will reach its end,
However its sturdy branches never let it to bend.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Adaptation is Adaptation living is born to learn,
New change rise in trun.
Tree is standing still,
Oh! the tree is standing still.
Dense difficulties stiff it,
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.
Death Note
Trun the page it feels like you are hugging me cent of sandal wood did a snake ask you not eat fruit it's me who loves you like deep as deep sea shore
Your sounds of your anklets
Day after day I bleed of cry forum of small strong stones an empty space into my life
A smile
Each and everyday I asked myself what was my mistake
Dear Death Note III
With love All
Jagdish Bajantri
As it fall
Down the wall
Wet all around
Some stick to the ground
It trun to ice
It slick sight
And Can be a. Pain
To clean. Becomes
SNOW AND THE RAIN
your sweet and very neat
make my heart beat
make boby tone
you and i belong
baby i won't you too
YOU TURN
ME ON
tho your or gone
my life you set the tone
i know no matter who
or trun too
NEVER BE
ANUTHER YOU
your in my head
i toss and trun in bed
i love all you say and do
oh
BABY I NEED YOU
Designer and creators
World has trun with new
Change and running fast
Leaving the time small
Most of the researcher are
Like head sucking insect who
Lay there eggs of size to our
Source of knowledge
Rain and climate of nature
Was walking along with same
time without a new challenge
But Designer and creators had
been leaving the new things which
invented like sharp edge
To give comfort and peace to
change the world
They work hard in present in favor
to called them fool but
People enjoy after by self need
I thanks to all designers and
creators for there efforts with work
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Don't creep just trun the page
How like a simple flowing
Water of river with the life of
Creature's ager to meet the sea
with the race of sun and moon
How the simple bird can fly
In a air but ager to walk with
Out wings in a land of life
Like the snow gives a cold
In a winter and cry for hot
Like the life moves around a
Circle of death of truth so why
Should we creep to find the
Way to think a lot about realty of illusion
Just turn the page
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Insect gost
They host me in my dreams
While sleep I turn my side they
Trun there story I asked what is
The moral of there death why
The soul not get rid off from there
old name they shown me
The pain of cage living like age
Calling by insect gost
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
just to see you
trun me on too
your ben gone so lone
now that you come home
my life shine
its
FOR ME YOU SEE
ITS
CHRISTMAS IN THE SUMMER TIME
On the scene burning hotter than a blazing flame surrounded by painted walls shield in myth . Faces fraud not dipped in the light of truth . Matched by ignorance unseen by those near hints of fake as I walk flaming with burning truth malted in my gaze but gaudy in eyes covered with pain to shame to lift there true face to day . Glade with lies that trun heads in wonder baffled in mazes of problems made by foolish deeds . Needed something juicy with lips poisoned with dripping venom . Crafty by nature yet burned in blazing fires forces lies to burn down . Walls void near ashes because fraud in blazing truth is tested in laid to ashes . Authentic near golden in blazes burn high near sun hot eclipsed days in light of truths true power . Uncovered in shame seen in light made to see , thought of has a fool to see .
some its a trun on
just feet alone
they see and get weak
theyer call
FEET SEX FREAKS
you feel it inside
let it spread wide
its heaven above
send you love
to come in
new life begin
for a better day
DON'T TURN
AWAY
it was night
that was right
we has a largh bed
its still in my head
how our boby trun and brun
until we were weak
no regrets
having
the
PILLOW SEX AND SHEETS
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