Woke up from bed at sun into the hovel of the board house, the noisy clock is very hard force the foot to the isk of Kotok Island. School hours began to get carried in a short wishes mind out of the bathroom, starting to wear uniforms for the soul of the future chasing, preparing books, bags, old jackets without using a helmet of the ultimate living in the rural paved rod of the police nakeds of the police not seen.
Green color without lights sliding street rocks, drinking, bice, winding. Not knowing the hardening of the green horse travel area of traveling courageously bold. Cursing school hours that almost approach the closed time of the gate. Noise noise reversing the face of the school gate seawing a child's student drove at full speed without breakfast the school gate.
An many years journey has made it out of power. My success in the education world will never remove memories with heroes who can not breathe but can live. No harder is his character, every eye view when my hero passes through a sharp road to make them the sheet of the head witness the strength of the iron frame without the left side and right side.
Unfortunately silent, reversing the mind of remembering his gold helps a young man who lives simple without abundant treasures. I approach it makes tears falling on the swift current life that always approaches the souls who want to rise from the life of the matter.
Hand holds the front stang. Start thinking about how to return to the road aired road that is aspired with a asphalt layer. The foot began to ride stepped on the engine that was never again heated by the length of the hills of the hills.
Fighting together is the history of life to be recorded with golden inks. Using a success hat when the universities are resolved is the best dedication since the mounts never stop every day of the lesson.
Back to the past will never be sprouting with money and diamonds, though it does not look cool but the quality proves expensive things that it does not mean if it is unable to get through the elaboble of the earth's molecripts.
The story of the past will be the future of lip. Never wrong with the circumstances but often run out of money makes her thirstyless life. Stopping in the middle of the streets expecting aid from other iron mounts remind me that he remains faithful and accompanied and did not make the dirik tortured.
The story of life with him is the success that I have handheld today. Old, rusty and punctures do not become a burden to stay in an old hut. Age is not a problem to change it back as ever as it is, can this hence back to the pasta isna? we just wait
That's the story I've ever carried with this green iron horse, even now it is no longer working but I will always keep it because the old iron price can not pay him, regardless of it because without him I will never arrive at the current point. The memory memories will never forget about nothing to the hero who can not stop fighting together.
The time is not beautifully beautiful colored as it is now but the moment of the time can come back I dedicate that life is inexpensive but it means with a hero's horse.
Let the day continue to change with the coming and the goal of the sun but until when the hero remains a hero. Day and night will continue to adorn every life. They must understand from any eye view that comes to see that he is hard to not be replaced.
Story stories I never forget. Take coffee and put your day either and I know you all have a hero. Good hope to be entertained!
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