Eu deveria ter escutado o que minha mãe dizia...

-É nessas horas que eu deveria ter escutado o que minha mãe dizia.
-Mas o que ela dizia?
-Não sei e nunca escutei o que ela dizia!

segunda-feira, 18 de abril de 2011

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3 comentários:

  1. Paty19 de abril de 2011 às 10:33

    isso foi um grito? ja estou aqui =)

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  2. Pedro Progresso19 de abril de 2011 às 11:28

    adorei o blog de cara nova. a sua cara.

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  3. Marlon Vila Nova19 de abril de 2011 às 23:00

    Se vc quiser só gritar, eu só ouço... se vc quiser só me abraçar, eu só abraço... se vc quiser que eu diga algo, eu digo... contanto que vc saiba que eu estarei sempre aqui... independente de vc estar certo ou errado. Sempre aqui. É por isso que eu digo por aí que sou AMIGO do Taiguara.

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