Plots her next shore slope MongoliaFrom childhood he walked away still notTum lum no grass tillersYou can hire workers are not plowed?
Husband when he received an instant road rage and rampage and poems sent to:
Plots her next shore slope MongoliaAlthough not dig is to notThis season do not dig wait for another seasonIf you hire workers died with his plow.
Time goes on slowly, she confided:
Three plots steep bank next to MongoliaSpring through the collection to remain vacantSilver rain drifting soil phechActive workers never filled the public?