I mourn myself before my father’s grave. My tongue, my blood, this air will tell my tale, The proof of which is buried now beneath Those desert sands, beside that river’s shore.
Of noble men so many earth has bared, / But to the great Ali no one compared.
My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
its fine its fine its going to be fine
You know, you hear this all the time in schools and with parents and teachers, and on the media, and all over the place about this problem that kids can’t read.
At least it's not your dick.
Stay Home, but how, when Home is work and school?
Something there is that doesn’t love a box.
Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find Allah.
Kings Canyon National Park. 8:55 AM. NOTHING can go wrong!