Oh sweet, why did you have to necessarily cross the road? now you were a half years old and we all thought that your area would be consolidated and that you were out of the woods.
you have a large garden, a huge field and back out even louder gardens. Why do you have to run forward on the B6?
No one left who sucks: purely wants to, wants out, would rather back in, I caress, come along and throw snowballs for me, feed me, chop chop! No goalie more, the hupft meters high the snow balls and digging through the snow with Elan. No "whore of Babylon" sleeping position (so) more.
The house is empty without you be damned!
30/01/2006 RIP Micka
Moja luba Micka, tajku mjawčatu, pójdatu Kock SMY hišće njeměli.
On započatku, hydž sy hišće was little, thinking about you: no buzz, too zaso Tajka RYAN njeje, Tajka pain Boer. But as dorostła
sy Tajka RYAN, elegantna, wumyslena was a mudra. Tajka rights Grojlichec Kock. Zana got a friend in Mick Nasim domje Telko Smela neje - on kamor, with a nanom maćerju morning to bed ... Sy us čuwe wěčnje the SLA with twojim kjawćenjom - chcu won, chcu Nutr, capacity hrajkác with MNU, MNU
capacity of the won, the notion sobu sneha! Zana companion kocka such councils in Snezana njehrajka, jump and so wala. A sy kak so preço
wjeseliła, hdyž wšitcy na zahrodźe Bechu. Dyrbjach so na kedźbu brac, Ci za njewotrěznu nós.
Nas dom budz jara jara próznde bjez tebje! Nichtó njemjwači, hydž přindźemy domoj. Nichtó so na špóndowanje njeresnje,
dokelž chce majkany BYC.
Spi derje, luba Micka!
