Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Aftermarket Snowmobile Hoods

Who can say where the road goes where the day flows, only time

I drank your drink, you kept me company, though when you're tired once again become nostalgia, there is no there is not magic.
You In all my beach, where the sky is really blue and they never rains.
I come away, fantasy ..
much I miss my land.

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