Afterthoughts of a kangarooЩ…Щ†ШЄШЇЩ‰-ШЄЩ€ШµЩЉШ§ШЄ-Ш§Щ„ЩЃЩ€Ш±ЩѓШі They warned me not to cross the street at night.

كيف تربح أموال كمراهق They said it was too dangerous. Thousands of us are brutally killed. Run over by those monsters.

الخيارات الثنائية الاستراتيجية 100 الفوز The monsters with the bright eyes.

عملية شراء الاسهم Some are smaller, others are very big.

enter And those monsters are loud, too.

سوق السعودية Now they got me too. I’m dead.

enter Left here on the side of the road to be picked clean by those vultures, those crows and eagles.

source url I have seen many of us like this. تنزيل برنامج تداول الذهب Many.

go to link Nobody cares.

ثنائي الروبوت خيار MT4 Nobody stops.

Not for us.

They say we’re a pest.

It doesn’t matter if we are run over.

To us it matters.

Who builds these roads that go through our habitat?

Nobody has asked us.

But what can we do?

We are just those brown-coated jumping creatures that nobody gives a damn about here.

At least not when we are on the side of a road.

Dead or alive.

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