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helou helou and welcome to my blog page. on this page i write (every once and a while) some stuff about my life, training, races etc. in NZ. The place where im living, working, trainig for a while...:)
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1 comment:
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
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