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מדורי במה








He lives in the tunnel, he looks kind of cuddly and warm.

he sits in your chair and eats your food, he is nowhere.

born to a rock and his mother is a tree, he drinks the water
from the river close to home, he never panics also where he
was threatened by clouds and suns. born to please, born to
serve, give you children an airplane spoon. dried from heat
that the sun of south; took his bag and ran away. past the
river past the trees and rock past the mountain past the
woods and over the seas, the land of "rood" has appeared.
beyond his glazed looked eyes, his fists sweeping and moping
the eyes, balls of crystal and a vase of gold, and even a
chair 6 feet tall, the animals are puffed and soft boxes of
fur, and a king, handsome and calm.

Nobody arranged the meeting, "a new member has came to
town.", the crowd was still, except for Sunset and Dawn
their big mouth and ego never letting them down. "QUITE!!"
the crowd stand still.
Nowhere walk around the crystal was clean the gold shined
the chair had him covered from finger to tow from evil sun,
that sun of south.
"ORDER PLEASE!!" but nobody moved, and nobody moves and
nobody will move, king Nobody the II had his fears in his
massive land of fortune, "The man exploits our resources,
used my chair and hugged the animals. This place is chaos
with a man with feelings for nature, a little research
indicates that his father was a rock and a tree for a
mother."

The rain has started, little Nowhere and he ran into the
high grass and then under the wing of Sunset, she was wide
and priceless, a great big wave has come from sea, flood,
she was priceless.

Dawn squeaked in her chair, a voice was heard "I will kill
you!", Dawn stood, raised her head her chin and curved here
back, hand tightly behind and a breath was stolen.
"WHO ARE YOU?!", "I am Dawn, your majesty.".

I have seen the brightest star in the sky tonight, I caught
my self starring.

A gasp from the crowd, "QUITE!! QUITE!!!".

A glazed look upon the sky, a falling star, the brightest
star in the sky tonight. The rain stopped days ago, and
sunset coming and going, your clothes has been drying on
your flesh, it's cold, the sun of south yet not come.

Now she's doomed, her life is over, feels like she pushed
over. At the stage where a guard and a kid protecting the
king,
He lowered his head for the eyes could meet and mumbled "I
will kill you, shame on you, and you say you one of us." A
moment of anger an eternity of hate took her life away.

Dawn will never show again.

Blackness around from sunset till dawn and dawn will never
show again,
Sunset wet from rain and you flesh one with her flash.
REVANGE you yell,
Where is the light, a dwarf with a red smoked glasses, and
white light moustache, came to declare "Dawn has been killed
by our beloved king and you are refugees on a run, you are
not welcome here!" closed his role of paper and with small
steps went away.

For ever castaway, and sorrow they live behind, a blanket of
love and a man of joy went together and made heaven, born to
a rock and his mother is a tree, he drinks the water from
the river close to home, he never panics also where he was
threatened by clouds and suns. born to please, born to
serve, give you children an airplane spoon. dried from heat
that the sun of south; took his bag and ran away. past the
river past the trees and rock past the mountain past the
woods and over the seas, the land of "rood" has appeared.







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לשלוח את היצירה למישהו להדפיס את היצירה
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
אני חייב כל כך
הרבה כסף,
עד שביום שאני
אזרים את החובות
לשוק העסקים,
תקרוס הכלכלה
כולה ותמוטט את
ה"פל-קל" שהיא
רוקדת עליו!





חזי מ-144 נישום
נרדף, בתשקיף
כלכלי.


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