*golden rays pouring out from clouds
my friends fly back in last rounds
the lion roars inside his den
these days seem to be longer,
the exceeding jungle dwellers
does not satisfy his hunger*
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
*golden rays pouring out from clouds
my friends fly back in last rounds
the lion roars inside his den
these days seem to be longer,
the exceeding jungle dwellers
does not satisfy his hunger*
We have to find a way to curb the problem of population explotion in order to sustain
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