21 08 04

Liebe ist stärker als Rülpsen, Furzen, Scheissen, Mundgeruch und Pickel.


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  1. Naja, wenn alles zusammenkommt, muss man schon arg stark Lieben…

    Comment by Wolfgang — 12.02.2005 #

  2. Ich glaube es kommt meisstens alles zusammen. Also schon verteilt über einen längeren Zeitraum. Aber bei ein und derselben Person…

    Comment by dd — 12.02.2005 #

  3. My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,
    Coral is far more red, than her lips red,
    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:
    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head:
    I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
    But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
    And in some perfumes is there more delight,
    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
    I grant I never saw a goddess go,
    My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
    And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
    As any she belied with false compare.

    (Will S.)

    Comment by ps — 03.16.2006 #

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