Georgio Prashi. Architect of Beauty. Hummingbird.
Read aloud, the tales of the beautiful. The tales of the gorgeous and the tales of the young. Enjoy!
Home abound the italiced tales, light the path for beauty learning. How on Earth will I ever learn to embrace my beauty with my passions? Art. Self-espresso. Love. Passion. Beauty. Coincidence. I may not make it home tonight, too busy with my girlfriends to enjoy the splendor. "Pink Confetti, Princess!", said my best girlfriend to the right of me. At my left, stood my friendliest girlfriend evoopered in white. "Play with us!" The pink candle lit up the black, cedar forests. Holding hands with my few best friends doubles the trouble and the fun of romantic nights. "Slay me the dragons", we said, laughing caressely merry go-riding the blue ponies and horses avike. Our prince will one day return. At dawns hour, I paint my skies pink. The color of the forests harvest the pink skies. Cover me, for I know thee well.
The End.
Lovers alike cannot note the splendor of aaloucot poems and songs. For a princess lies in all of us, girls.
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