I’m ramblin‘ through my life,
The rhyms’ll be my wife-
The rhythm won’t be asian-ONE:
Its blues must shame (zens.) mother-tongue…
Forwards, the prize is hize.
I’m ramblin‘ through my life,
The rhyms’ll be my wife-
The rhythm won’t be asian-ONE:
Its blues must shame (zens.) mother-tongue…
Forwards, the prize is hize.
„Wie also nennt man das Kind?“ (Ferdinand Zehenteiter)
let the hize be a hizzard
hizza, ha-ha #
😉
rost never sleeps
ZORRI
,
That it be! That it be!
Completely missed the point.
Ganz und gar. Completely. Sowerschenno.