November
December 2009
kryssningen var guld värd men tyvärr lyckades jag bara ta ett enda kort under resan, här är fias brorsa jocke, full och fin :)
Take a breath, take it deep Calm yourself, he says to me If you play, you play for keeps Take a gun, and count to three I’m sweating now, moving slow No time to think, my turn to go And you can see
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits, the rebels, the trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for
Patrik."Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
GOD JUL :)
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