no, i was here to talk to SIERRA, but SIERRA is offline now. NADINE is also offline, -
... and CREVO is finished, nobody believes him today. NADINE wrote me the other day, but ? ;)
I still keep an eye on this gay circus, but I won't be here much anymore.
GIRLNEXTDOOR
3y ago
what’s good Broski?!! ….just wanted to say I hope you’re having a lovely lovely weekend ….talk to you soon ❤️🩵🧡
R1 xx
MurkyBro
3y ago
Baloo is from the eu....he wouldn't know what end of the knife 2 hold....
MrCranky
3y ago
i thought there was a 1 hour time limit for videos on this site....
MrCranky
3y ago
cool thanks for uploading it....
MurkyBro
3y ago
Nobody likes baloo...he's the person u talk 2 if no1 else talks 2 u...he should stay away from here..
BALOO
3y ago
unloved and last of a yugoslav family that had chosen the wrong country of emigration.
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BALOO
3y ago
no, i was here to talk to SIERRA, but SIERRA is offline now. NADINE is also offline, -
... and CREVO is finished, nobody believes him today. NADINE wrote me the other day, but ? ;)
I still keep an eye on this gay circus, but I won't be here much anymore.
... haha ^^
BALOO ...
vegasviperking
3y ago
i;m sorry hello darling how are you? forgive me
MrCranky
3y ago
ren says she isnt afraid of my big black dick lol
MrCranky
3y ago
Ren
MrJohnny4Times
3y ago
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on - he would not go,
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud - 'Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?'
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
'Speak, father!' once again he cried,
'If I may yet be gone!'
- And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
'My father! must I stay?'
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound -
The boy - oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.
ZyklonBee
3y ago
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