keskiviikko 11. kesäkuuta 2014

Female taxi

Taxi light whip of the night,
this is the adult work.
Philosopher, and a psychiatrist
sitting on the steering wheel
the back. The rear bench seat
woman betrayed pale as a sheet.
Cone full of suffocating feelings,
more to life than to give.
It's like a pawnshop
the best feelings of the world.
This summer is just as whimsical as the
woman, without a goal.
Oulu, Finland mourns for babies
massacre. Evening Times,
they do not text anyone charms.
Society is like a rotten
full, point again to fly the muck.
We are to live here too many,
absurd and unfortunate.

The drunk neighbor to call the night
dirges. The soul of a bruise
tells a story. Loneliness is
will be too much to love by
sign on my shoulders hate to hand out.
I am the woman in a taxi without a goal,
without a trip across to happiness
to take the early morning the only bright spot may be exported.
Hanna in Hammaslahti take care of the elderly,
so it was the former taxi woman's career.
Does not fly anymore in a taxi under the mud.
Greetings from Rääkkylä, there
Time still lives in a rural setting,
and the yard across the path walks happy
tomcat. Together, let's go,
towards tomorrow, and the mood of the creation of the new day
@ tanninen satu

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