January 16, 20241 yr When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. Alfred Tennyson
February 5, 20241 yr Juče sam videla jednu slatku baku (sva u žutom) kako ispraća drugaricu baku na put (sva u crvenom), ljubi je u obraze i grli, kaže "pozovi me kad stigneš i redovno pij one tvoje lekove". 😄 Pomislih, wow, kako je ovo lep prizor, hoću i ja ovako sa 85 godina.
February 6, 20241 yr On 17. 12. 2022. at 10:40, Gojko & Stojko said: Share & Enjoy Ovdašnja varijanta: SaE
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