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beautiful photographic design frogs waving hands
this is an interesting drawing sketch

I'm just a flower that can only wait for the beetle to come. I'm not a beautiful rose. I'm not a pretty jasmine. I was not as elegant as an orchid. I'm just an ordinary flower. can even be called worse than usual. I often wished there was a beetle perched on my eyelids, sucking my mama. like the other flowers that start in the beetles of a young age like today. not only once did I love a beetle. but already many times, until I'm tired if I have to love. especially if the ones we love do not love us.

my love story is too tragic. it was too hard I found a beetle that would stop and suck my honey. I envy the other flowers. yes I'm an IRI! they always seemed happy to be ha-ha-hi-hi with the beetle. other flowers always look easy to find beetles. which may be in one year they changed 2 or more beetles. while me? hahaha too sad to be told. I always hope that the beetles are perched on my eyelids. I always hope that the beetle can ha-ha-hi-hi with me. I always hope that the beetle loyal to me. and again I just hope. then, if the beetle has settled on another flower whether you will still expect it? Yes, of course. I would still expect it. do you know how it feels to know the beetles that we idam-idamkan perch on the other flowers? I know. it feels like your heart is stuck in a big nail being hit with a hammer and the beetle hit it. sick

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Source:http://prastiandinisakti.blogspot.co.id/2011/10/penantian-sekuntum-bunga.html?m=1