<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Windmill at Sitka</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaving the city, heading way to hill.<br>We lost the fuel, then saw a windmill.<br>Hilly, Filthy, Stony, it was hard way Bill.<br>The way was dark, there were mark, it may kill.<br>It was harder, more suffocating, neither chill.<br>It was raining by we reach there until.<br>We been to glasberg, nibble and even Jamaica.<br>I say, we saw, strange windmill right there at sitka.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees tall, huge waterfall, old hall and then i saw rest of all.<br>It's alright, i am fine, just wondering to make a call.<br>Wind miller, as a killer, has his own abattoir.<br>We were trapped, he madly laughed, then we heard a choir.<br>He fainted, we escaped and ran out, they sent us kite.<br>We were alive, we loved those tribe, who saved our life.<br>We been to Jerusalem, Kathmandu and also mecca.<br>Its was risky, thriller and neck breaking at windmill of Sitka.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say it was enchanting and hunting at windmill.<br>Don't you ever please stop there with will.<br>Its been a danger, there were many stranger.<br>They look good, enthusiastic but are really scavenger.<br>I have been everywhere even Ascobs and Nersie.<br>But i promise i will be in windmill of Sitka very barely.<br>There was a guy who accompanied us, that was Mr. Mika.<br>That's it, it was all about, windmill at Sitka.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diplove+gautam">Diplove gautam</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368620" data-title="Windmill at Sitka de Diplove gautam" data-description="Leaving the city, heading way to hill. We lost the fuel, then saw a windmill. Hilly, Filthy, Stony, it was hard way Bill. The way was dark, there were mark, it may kill. It was harder, more suffocating, neither chill. It was raining by we reach th..."></div> </div> </div>

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