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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-01-09 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | ©Laurian Taler,2011 fun is having your eyes full of sun it is acting wise and seeing yourself not more than an elf or a speck of dust if you really must measure up in a curse with the whole Universe fun is laughing out loud under a cloud of uncertainties or maybe it is crying, crying, crying after another good laughter fun is getting a run to crushing the bone from whomever’s throne it’s singing the praise of whatever good craze that makes human the beast that used so much its fist to rule over the crowd; fun is to be proud that you put up the mettle with ugly not to settle and you act within danger to become a world changer ‘cause it’s not too much fun without eyes full of sun
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