#faintos

[adamsmoments]

#lumberjack #rajz #kombathely #ősz #faszán #faintos

[kamonmajdogmopsi]

Mindig visszatérsz! Ajajajaj hogy nem vagyok elég. Most menj el vagy elüldözlek én.

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[grofjardanhazy]

Faintos szivar

A II. világháború kitörése után hadiüzemmé nyilvánított Egri Dohánygyárban a munkaidőt a front cigarettaszükséglete szabta meg.

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[ftrpix]

Hisztike.

Najó nem bagatelizálunk semmit. Az embereknek joguk van félni és valljuk be sokkal szexibb valami világhaláltól rettegni mint más vallású emberektől. Nomeg izgi megtapasztalni a posztapokaliptikus, ürességtől kongó köztereket.

De mint ahogy mindenkit, úgy minket is reakcióra ösztönöz a bezárkózás és kénytelenek vagyunk kossé átstrukturálni a még meg sem jelent műsorkínálatunkat. Mert gondolom faszság a nagy turisztikai összeomlás közepén egy helló tourist műsort csinálni, nem?

Na szóval: annyi a szitu, hogy bár konzervben lepörgettünk egy csomó faintos formátumot, el is kellett kaszálnunk a felét a fent említettek miatt.

De semmi gáz. Van ötlet bőven. Jön a show.

[alwaysgoodstuff]

"If All The Skies" Poem by Henry Van Dyke

“If All The Skies” Poem by Henry Van Dyke

IF ALL THE SKIES

by Henry Van Dyke

If all the skies were sunshine,  Our faces would be fainTo feel once more upon them  The cooling plash of rain.

If all the world were music,  Our hearts would often longFor one sweet strain of silence.  To break the endless song.

If life were always merry,  Our souls would seek relief,And rest from weary laughter  In the quiet arms of grief.

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#courage #Henry Van Dyke #hope #inspiration #inspire #poem #poet

[libidomechanica]

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 3 #71 texts

[adampoetrys]

pale meg sukar meg fajintos viz erdelybol.

#pale #sukár #faintos

[alwaysgoodstuff]

If All The Skies ~ Poem by Henry Van Dyke

If All The Skies ~ Poem by Henry Van Dyke

If All The Skies

If all the skies were sunshine,  Our faces would be fainTo feel once more upon them  The cooling plash of rain.

If all the world were music,  Our hearts would often longFor one sweet strain of silence.  To break the endless song.

If life were always merry,  Our souls would seek relief,And rest from weary laughter  In the quiet arms of grief.

by Henry Van Dyke

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#Henry Van Dyke #life #poem #poet #Poetry #wisdom