AddisonMars

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Red hair is the least common natural hair color, which can make redheads look unique or exotic. This rarity can increase the attraction, since the unusual tends to attract our attention and to arouse our interest Red hair is the least common of the natural hair colors, which can cause redheads to be perceived as unique or exotic. This rarity can increase attraction, since the unusual tends to catch our attention and arouse interest There are cultural stereotypes (although not always accurate or fair) that associate redheads with strong, passionate or strong-willed personalities.. Some people may be attracted to these qualities, imagined or real, that they believe come along with red hair There are cultural stereotypes (although not always accurate or right) that associate redheads with strong, passionate or determined personalities. Some people may be attracted to these qualities, imaginary or real, which they believe accompany red hairI saw you arrive, cross the door, give me a kiss on the nose, look me in the eyes in that unique way, as only you look in the eyes: breaking the calendar. I saw you do those simple things you do so that the world comes to your senses; and I did not know whom to thank you for. I saw you coming, cross the door, give me a kiss on the nose, Look me in the eyes in this unique way, as you alone looks in the eyes: break the calendar. I saw you do these simple things you do for the world to come to your senses; and I didn't know who to thank.

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Because now I run my hand over the underside of the leaves and I know how to read their alphabet and if I close my eyes I hear a river running and it is your voice that wakes me up because my body begins now in you and ends beyond the rain where your arms reach and the garrisoned fear does not watch and I know how to call things so that they jump and get naked and everything is recent for my eyes that love in your eyes because in my tears soft carnivorous plants grow and my blood pulsates like an open iguana because now my body recovers its parts and a new skin is born that defeats the summer because you have taught me to breathe 'Cause now I put my hand under the leaves and I know how to read their alphabet and if I close the eyes I hear a river flowing and it's your voice that wakes me up because my body now begins in you and ends beyond the rain Where your arms reach and fear in garrison doesn't look and I know what to call things for them to jump and undress and it's all recent for my eyes that love in your eyes because in my tears grow sweet carnivorous plants and My blood throbs like an open iguana because now my body is recovering its parts and a new skin is born that overcomes the summer because you taught me how to breathe.

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If there is a God, he hates me.. I'm sure of it.. He punished me with four older sisters and condemned me to live with them in the same house. and not only with them, but also with my mom. But that's not all, no. God is really trying to make my life difficult. And he saved the cherry on the cake for the day that Macarena, one of my sisters, turned 23.. Even though the birthday girl was her, I took the “gift”. And what a shit gift! They made a discreet party, with some relatives and friends of Macarena, whom I only knew by sight. I sat in a corner and started drinking beer, I drank as much as I could, until my mom told me not to, because I'm only 18, and it's not okay to throw up in front of relatives.. Although it wasn't that bad and the party was more or less tolerable.. At least there was plenty of food If God exists, he hates me. Of that I'm sure. He punished me with four older sisters and sentenced me to live with them in the same house... And not only with them, but also with my mother.. But that's not all, no. it seems that god is truly trying to complicate my life and he saved the icing on the cake for the day when macarena, one of my sisters, turned twenty-three years old.. She was the only child of the family, and was given the nickname "The Little Girl". and what a shitty gift! They had a discreet party, with some of Macarena's relatives and friends, whom I knew only by sight.. I sat in a corner and started drinking beer; I drank as much as I could, until my mother forbade me to do so, because I'm only eighteen years old and it's frowned upon to vomit in front of her relatives.. Although it wasn't that bad and the party was more or less tolerable.. At least there was plenty of food..

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Why did I try so much because my lover had a very delightful head who made me pleasure pleasure. comme si ces dernières années en tant qu'amant de première année, je sais que mes bras ont été touchés par mes amis qui m'ont emmené dans la pièce dont personne n'avait peur et si j'ai vécu plusieurs années avant de faire une fellation dans les files d'attente I know that my bras have been touched by my friends who have taken me to the room where nobody had fear and I have lived many years before I made a fellation in the waiting room. From the building. I am delighted with my full and aching cock in my heart, to feel how I licked my vagina and sucked my clit, licked and played with my anus until I reached its place, even though sometimes it will be dominant and he would nail it mercilessly during the ass I took the pain up to the subway until the bottom was dominated by hair, I felt it on my neck, I continued without needing to feel the place of this 23 cm head rooster in the middle of my intestine Feeling that I am protected and that I am wearing it when you are wearing it, it is a good idea to put yourself in the place of the unprotected person, feeling the pelvis against my nerves, feeling the position and grip and feeling the pressure and movement of my body in circles to feel the maximum position to feel how he swelled to cum inside me, feel his thick and warm milk, leaving my ass open, sore and full of cum, which I felt running down my legs While he made me kneel down to clean and lick his cock, continuing to fornicate in my vagina, straddling him in situ as he squeezed and sucked on my breasts until he made me eat him again and again, feeling his fill my insides, until the unthinkable happened a year later. . By force of kiss, I fell pregnant with him.. My hypothesis was that we had begun the pregnancy and that we had received a quick solution.. When I entered the office of my lover who had been fucking his oldest friend for months, what I already told you, he stuck me and gave me a whole afternoon just in the ass as punishment for my stupidity.

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Why did I try it so much? Because my lover had a very delicious head that made me happy to place it. As if for the past few years as my first year lover, I know that my arms were touched by my friends who took me to the room that nobody was afraid of and if I lived several years before having oral sex in the lines. I am delighted by my full and aching cock inside my heart, feeling how I licked my vagina and sucked my clitoris, licked me and played with my anus until I reached its place, although sometimes it will be dominant and he would nail it mercilessly for the ass I took the pain to the subway until the bottom was dominated by the hair, I felt on my neck, I continued without needing to feel the place of this crane cock and 23 cm head in the middle of my intestine Feeling that I am protected and that I am wearing it when you are wearing it, it is a good idea to put yourself in the position of the unprotected person, feel the pelvis against my nerves, feel the position and the grip and feel the pressure and movement of my body in circles to feel the maximum position. I was so excited to feel how it swelled to ejaculate inside me, feeling its thick and hot milk, leaving my ass open sore and full of semen, which I felt dripping down my legs. While he made me kneel to clean and lick his cock, to continue fornicating inside my vagina, riding him in situ while he squeezed and sucked my tits until he made me eat him again and again, feeling his semen fill my insides, until the unthinkable happened a year later. From fucking I got pregnant by him. My assumption was that we went into the pregnancy and received a quick fix. When I entered the office of my lover who had been fucking his oldest friend for months, which I already told you, he cornered me and gave me a whole afternoon just in the ass as punishment Is this erotic relationship your taste?

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In the stillness of the twilight, Addison slips, with serene stride and dazzling gaze. beneath the mantle of stars, its essence shines, an echo of mysteries that weighs on the soul. In his eyes lies the depths of the sky, a universe of undiscovered dreams.. Their soul travels between worlds, in flight, weaving stories they long to hear.. Addison, in her silence, is a living poem, whose words are written in every breath. In its stillness, a captive universe, where time stands still, without a sigh.. At every step, a path is drawn, with dreams like stars that light up his walk.. Addison, en su ser, la magia se escucha, un eco eterno que invita a soñar In the silence of twilight, Addison glides, with a serene step and a dazzling look. Under the mantle of the stars, they are essence shines, an echo of mystères qui élève l'âme. In your eyes lies the depths of the sky, a dream-world to discover.. They are soul voyage between the worlds, in flight, weaving of stories that demand to be felt.. Addison, dans son silence, is a poème vivant, whose motts are written to each souffle.. In the stillness of a captive universe, where time stops, without a sigh.. A chaque pas, un chemin se dessine, with des rêves comme des étoiles qui illuminent votre promenade (with dreams and stars that illuminate your walk). Addison, in her being, the magic is heard, an eternal echo that invites to dream In the stillness of twilight, Addison glides, with a serene step and a dazzling look. Under the mantle of stars, its essence shines, an echo of mysteries that elevates the soul. In his eyes lies the depth of the sky, a universe of dreams to be discovered. His soul travels between worlds, in flight, weaving stories that long to feel. Addison, in her silence, is a living poem, whose words are written in every breath.. In its stillness, a captive universe, where time stops, without a sigh. With every step, a path is drawn, with dreams like stars that illuminate your walk. Addison, in her being, the magic is heard, an eternal echo that invites you to dream.

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In the seas of time, Addison sails, with serene gaze, her essence surrendering. Like a lamp in the night, a guide in the darkness, his presence is a balm, a calm in the storm.. Addison, with her deep serenity, weaves threads of peace into every flood wave. With each word, an echo of wisdom, that in the soul blossoms like a melody. In the corner of his dreams, the world is transformed, a universe of possibilities is formed.. His heart, a refuge of tenderness and love, where every beat is an echo of the noise. In the ups and downs of life, her light shines, illuminating paths where the soul rocks. Addison, in his being, hope blooms, an eternal poem that magnifies the universe On the seas of time, Addison sails, with serene gaze, its essence is delivered. Like a beacon in the night, guide in the darkness, his presence is a balm, a calm in the storm. Addison, with her deep serenity, weave threads of peace in every wave that floods. With every word, an echo of wisdom, that in the soul blooms like a melody. In the corner of your dreams, the world is transformed, a universe of possibilities is formed. his heart, a refuge of tenderness and love, where each beat is an echo of the rumor. In the coming and going of life, its light shines, illuminating paths where the soul sways. Addison, in her being, hope blooms, an eternal poem that magnifies the universe On the seas of time, Addison sails, with a serene look, her essence is delivered. Like a light in the night, guide in the darkness, his presence is a fragrance, a calm in the storm.. Addison, with her profound serenity, tissez des fils de paix dans chaque vague qui inonde. A word, an echo of wisdom, that in the soul flourishes like a melody.. Dans le coin de tes rêves, the world is transformed, a universe of possibilities is formed. They are heart, refuge of tendresse et d'amour, where every battement is an echo of rumor.. In the wind and wind of life, its light shines, its paths shine where the soul sway. Addison, in the being, the hope flourishes, an eternal poem that magnifies the universe.

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In the silence of the night, Addison shines, like a lone star in the sky. With his serene gaze, an ocean of calm, sails between dreams, in eternal movement. Addison, with her soul as a white canvas, paints the landscapes of his desires. With every word, a note of hope, in its heart, a beautiful universe. In his slow walk, grace unfolds, like rose petals in their dance. The wind whispers melodies of tenderness, while Addison, in her being, finds her home. In the echo of their laughter, the world stops, and in his presence, life is renewed.. Addison, serene as the dawn, It is a poem that reverberates in the heart Addison, serene as the dawn, It is a poem that reverberates in the heart. With a serene look, an ocean of calm, navigate between dreams, in movement eternal. Addison, with his soul like a white canvas, paints the landscapes of his desires.. A chaque mot, une note d'espoir, in son coeur, a bel univers is a beautiful word that is a beautiful word. ♪ In the slow march of grace ♪ ♪ Like a rose in their dance ♪. The wind whispers melodies of tenderness, while addison, in his being, finds his home.. In the sound of their laughter, the world stops, and in his presence, life renews itself.. Addison, seren as the dawn, it's a poem that resonates in the heart.

Sure, I can try to write a poem for Adisson. Here's one: In the silence of her gaze, under the mantle of golden stars, Adisson hides, young and quiet, in her world, sweet and calm. With the softness of a rose petal, and the shyness that rests in her being, she weaves dreams in her loving mind, and in her eyes the light becomes beautiful.. In her smile, a ray of sunshine, which illuminates every corner, and in her heart, a haven of love, which emanates tenderness with fervor. Her steps, like leaves in the wind, whisper secrets to the firmament, and in her soul, an eternal feeling of serenity and free charm.. Adisson, young and serene, in her world of light and sorrow, keeps dreams like small jewels, and hopes like laughing breezes. May her life smile at her with tenderness, and may love be her sweet adventure, may she find beauty in every step of hers, and in every dream of hers, eternal freshness.. May her shyness be her charm, and her heart, an eternal song, leading her along paths of charm, until she reaches her own mantle. Adisson, young and serene, under the sky full of stars, your light shines, pure and serene, like a dream that the soul alienates. May life embrace you with affection, and may each day be a new trill, in the sweet song of destiny, that takes you to a divine world. Adisson, tender and young flower, an eternal love beats in your being, which blooms with strength and ardor, in the garden of your own radiance. May the universe cover you with its mantle, and may each dream be a song, may it guide you along paths of charm, until you reach your own cry. Adisson, hidden in your being is the magic of a world that responds to the sweetness that hides in you, like a whisper that roams in the soul. May life give you a thousand smiles, and in every step you find breezes that take you to promised lands, where divine joys reign. Adisson, young and tender flower, an eternal love beats in your soul, which transcends beyond pain, and blooms with strength and candor. May the light guide your steps every day, and may there always be joy in your heart, may you find company in every dream, and may harmony be reborn in every dawn. Adisson, young and serene, an eternal chain beats in your being, of dreams, hopes and condemnation, that take you along foreign paths. May life surprise you with its charm, and may each day be a new song, in the symphony of the holy universe, where peace and brokenness reign. Adisson, tender and young flower, an eternal radiance shines in your soul, illuminating every corner with fervor, and intoxicating hearts with its love.. May the light of the sun gently caress you, and may the wind take you to where it keys, the seeds of dreams that the soul enclaves, until in the sky, your star grave. Adisson, in your being hides the essence of a love that responds to the call of the universe that thunders, in the eternal melody that hides. May life give you a thousand caresses, and may you find delights in every step, may they take you to lands of justice, where sweet first fruits reign. Adisson, young and serene, in your eyes a scene is drawn, of dreams, hopes and sorrow, that take you along pleasant paths. May the light of day wrap you with its mantle, and may each night be a new enchantment, in the eternal dance of the holy universe, where calm and brokenness reign. Adisson, tender and young flower, an eternal love beats in your being, which rises above pain, and blooms with strength and candor. May life offer you a thousand reasons, and may you find rituals in every moment that take you to lands of myths, where the eternal infinities reign. I hope this poem captures the essence of Adisson, his youth, tenderness and shyness. If there's something specific you'd like to highlight or change, don't hesitate to say so.

There is therefore a more relevant poem for Adisson: In the gentle whisper of the breeze, under the blue sky without haste, Adisson sings, the third smile, in his world of precise light. With the sweetness of a flower in the first place, and the shyness I hope in my soul, I will see you in my heart, and tenderness will resonate in my eyes. In my opinion, stars of stars, this light sends your bells, and in your heart, warm as the colors, a love that never ceases. Adisson, young and serene, in her silence the orders of the world, and in her life full of life, she shone like a dawn in the darkness. His steps, like leaves in the river, whisper secrets to the crowd, and in his being, an eternal summer, dreams that bloom with defiance. Adisson, hidden in his being, is the essence of a love that answers the call of the universe that travels, in the eternal melody that hides the soul. That life would sound in silence, and that every day the sea would live an adventure, in the magical dance of the sea, where peace and gentleness would reign. Adisson, tender and young flower, in her being an eternal radiance, which illuminates every corner of fervor, and intoxicates the hearts of her love. That the light of the earth is the sweet caress, and that the child comes out of the key, the seeds of dreams that the soul encloses, even in the sky, its tomb star. Adisson, in his words, the essence of a love that answers the call of the universe that thunders, in the eternal melody that hides. May life enjoy a thousand smiles, and that in each case there are no delights, may it have degrees of justice, with sweet firsts. I hope this poem captures more faithfully the essence of Adisson. If the seas do not adjust the change, it will be damaged.

Of course, here is a shorter but equally full of love and sweetness poem for Adisson: In the garden of life, among the most beautiful flowers, Adisson, young and serene, like a star you shine. With her tender gaze and her soft smile, she enchants the world with her light, like a flower brought to the wind.. Shyness in her words, sweetness in her walk, like a calm river, serene as she walks. In her heart, a universe of dreams and tenderness, which blooms in every gesture, in every light that shines. Under the starry sky, in the serene night, Adisson whispers secrets to the full moon. His dreams like fireflies dance in the darkness, and his soul is filled with peace in this eternal clarity.. In the book, he is a man whose life is a journey, where he is lost in his own world, where words are verses and each verse is a love.. With his pen he writes stories, with his eyes he sees beyond, and in his shyness he hides a universe to decipher. Adisson, young flower in the garden of destiny, your essence is a mystery, an eternal path. With your sweetness and your kindness, you conquer hearts, and in your shyness the magic of a thousand songs is hidden.. May life bless you with its light every day, and may there always be joy on your path. May your dreams guide you towards new horizons, and may your tenderness always be a source of mountains. Adisson, an eternal love beats in your being, which blooms in every smile, in every ardor. May your shyness be your charm and your strength, and may you find promise in every step. In the heart of Adisson, a world of love, that beats strongly, that shines with ardor. In his shyness lies the magic of a star, which illuminates the path with always beautiful light. May every day be a blank page to write, and in each word you find the love to discover. May your dreams be wings that take you to fly, and may your shyness be your strength as you walk. Adisson, young and serene, in your soul there is a universe, where shyness is a sweet verse. May life give you a thousand reasons to smile, and may there always be love to discover in your heart. I hope this poem reflects the essence of Adisson in a more concise way. If there is anything else you would like to add or change, please let me know..

Of course, here is a more concise but equally sentimental poem for Adisson: In the gentle whisper of the breeze, under the glittering blue sky, lies Adisson, young and precise, in her world of tenderness and smile.. With the shyness of a flower in spring, and the sweetness that reverberates in her being, she weaves dreams in the sincere night, and in her gaze, the light is expected.. In his laughter, an echo of melody, which rejoices the soul with its harmony, and in his heart, a hubbub, which beats with sweet fantasy. Adisson, young and serene, under the full and full moon, keeps secrets like foreign pearls, and hopes like distant stars. May life grant you gentle breeze, and may every day be a smile, may on your way you find laughter, and in every dream, the calm you need.. May your shyness be your charm and shelter, and your heart, an eternal witness, of the dreams that in your soul are prodigal, until you reach your own shelter.. Adisson, young and tender flower, in her being beats an eternal fervor, which blooms with grace and candor, in the garden of her own love. May the universe guide you with tenderness, and may every step be an adventure, that in every corner you find sweetness, and in every dream, the eternal freshness.. May his laughter be light in the darkness, and his gaze, a dazzling star, that in his soul joy shines, like a lighthouse that buzzes in the night. Adisson, in his being hides, the magic of a love that responds, to the beauty that in his soul round, like a dream that in the wind waves. May life give you a thousand hugs, and that in every instant you find steps, that they take you to paths of traces, where the eternal ties shine. Adisson, young and serene, in her being beats a sweet work, dreams, hopes and sorrow, which lead her on paths unknown to her. Let the sunlight caress gently, and let the wind carry you gently, to the dreams that in your mind, sprout like shining flowers. Adisson, tender and young flower, in her soul beats an eternal rumor, which rises above fear, and blooms with strength and ardor. May life give you a thousand caresses, and that in every moment you find delights, that they take you to propitious lands, where the sweet firstfruits reign. I hope this 500-word poem captures the essence of Adisson in a more brief but equally emotional way.. If you want adjustments or changes, let me know.

¡Of course! Here is a shorter but equally tender poem for Adisson: In the garden of her being, Adisson blooms, a young woman shy but full of promise, her eyes reflect the light of dawn, and her smile is a ray of hope that treasures the sun.. With gentle steps like the whisper of the wind, she sails through life with caution and breath, her dreams are like rose petals, unfolding in her soul, luminous. Adisson, tender and young flower, in her heart beats an eternal love, which she longs to express with her sweet voice, but sometimes hides, shy and fast. In the quiet of the night, she dreams awake, with distant worlds where love is concerted, and although her shyness sometimes distances her, her heart beats strongly, like a river that flows and weave. His thoughts are like verses in the wind, dancing free, looking for their seat, and in every word, a melody is created, whispering to the universe its longing and its tide.. Adisson, young and serene, in her gaze a scene is drawn, of dreams, hopes and desires, that flow in her being, like rivers in wakes. May life guide you with its soft hand, and that in your way you find key, to open the doors of your heart, and let your love flow, without fear or confusion. Adisson, in her shyness hides, the strength of a love that responds, to the call of the universe that surrounds her, in the eternal dance of what is hidden. May every day be a new melody, that fills you with joy and harmony, that in every step you find company, and in every dawn reborn your energy. Adisson, tender and young flower, in her soul beats an eternal ardor, which rises above fear, and blooms with grace and splendor. May the sunlight caress your skin, and the wind whisper in your ear the love, that in every sigh you find the pleasure of being who you are, without fear of losing. Adisson, in her being hides, the essence of a love that responds, to the call of fate that counts her, in the eternal symphony that hides. May life give you a thousand smiles, and that at every step you find breezes, that they take you to promised lands, where the sweet firstfruits reign. I hope this poem summarizes the essence of Adisson in a more concise way. If you want adjustments or changes, I will be happy to make them!

Beyond these skies, far from here where the sun sets at night to recharge, fill with light and continue with its daily waste. There was a small lonely island that the sea with all its waters bathed breaking the rocks that covered it by taking the small, the big remained. A flying bird was tired When it sees this island, it goes there It carried a small seed in its beak If you eat it in flight, you'll drop it. He landed as always at the highest point where the hardest rock is usually and trying to eat the small seed He fell, he rolled, he lost himself in the furrow. Disappointed and sad, she continues her way. looking for another inhabited island the existence of man did not make her happy the most important thing is that he was planted. We knew nothing about the end of this story. There was no record left if he could achieve it if there were other islands that had plants where to make his nest and be able to nest. Meanwhile on the island, the seed remained it adhered firmly to the rock and germinated there the drops of salt water watered it and the raindrops that fell in winter. Its growth was low, but it produced a beautiful flower. On the bare rock there was only it radiating its own colors into its environment: It was a world without flowers and without stars. Painters came to immortalize its image and also hummingbirds to sip its sweetness. Later, a poet wrote some verses for it that will tell the story of this beautiful flower

He was walking carelessly as always with the course that takes me home when then it appears from nowhere the most beautiful girl of the place. I looked at her and she looked at me Today the sun and the alleluia shone brighter: He accepted a rose as a gift from me and then he smiled, when I smiled at him. Eight suns stopped their wandering path and they came to me with their illumination the stars looked at me gently and the moon will sigh over the sea. I see the flowers in bloom more beautiful and I feel those that are about to bloom I hear the harmonious song of the birds that listened to us only yesterday. I will fall asleep in the aroma of flowers that at the edge of the ravine exists I can see myself represented in the mirror of the deep green of his sad look. The wind breaks the silence by singing, the bird trills its beautiful song, my soul vibrates with all that is beautiful, my faithful heart beats joyfully. Today I focus my life on loving her and her halo is of total splendor I'll sing the songs that they sing these men who know love

Every year that passes Fewer birds are seen in the field The mornings are sadder They no longer bring joy with their singing. The beautiful crazy girls With its red breast Thrushes, thrushes and thrushes They hid in the bushes. There are no old pellines left Where the pitíos made their nests There are also no pigeons, doves The birds are all gone. The man with his shotgun The boy with his sling They hunt them for fun And even destroy their nests God created the little birds He gave them a gorgeous throat Of all the things they sing The voice of the little birds is beautiful. The kestrel, peuco, traro Of the little birds they are your enemy As they are also of man When they eat the wheat during the sowing. Never kill a little bird Maybe it has a nest And if they lack their mother, the offspring They're dying of hunger and cold. The most beautiful thing God created Where without drugs or drunkenness They only praise the Lord. They eat worms and you can watch them run and then listen and so find them. Every year that passes Fewer birds are seen in the field The mornings are sadder They no longer bring joy with their singing. The beautiful crazy girls With its red breast Thrushes, thrushes and thrushes They hid in the bushes. There are no old pellines left Where the pitíos made their nests There are also no pigeons, doves The birds are all gone. The man with his shotgun The boy with his sling They hunt them for fun And even destroy their nests God created the little birds He gave them a gorgeous throat Of all the things they sing The voice of the little birds is beautiful. The kestrel, peuco, traro Of the little birds they are your enemy As they are also of man When they eat the wheat during the sowing. Never kill a little bird Maybe it has a nest And if they lack their mother, the offspring They're dying of hunger and cold. The most beautiful thing God created Where without drugs or drunkenness They only praise the Lord. They eat worms and you can watch them They run and then they listen And so they can find them