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    José Juan De León Gutierrez

    3 de agosto de 2026

    Juegan los perritos

    Juegan los perritos

    Ayuda a estos perritos a vacunarse, se aceptan todas las donaciones.
    Panchito, karely y perseo te esperan.

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    José Juan De León Gutierrez

    3 de agosto de 2026

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    3 de agosto de 2026

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    Read my latest book ‘Sarah And Paul’
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    Chimzy Wali

    3 de agosto de 2026

    Read my latest book ‘Sarah And Paul’

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    Read my book ‘Sarah And Paul.’

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    3 de agosto de 2026

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    José Juan De León Gutierrez

    2 de agosto de 2026

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    2 de agosto de 2026

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    It Could Be Me
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    Anahit Arustamyan

    2 de agosto de 2026

    It Could Be Me

    It Could Be Me

    One of the poems that expresses life journey and time change.
    I Was Alive
    I was alive once upon a time.
    I was also in love.
    The sun warmed my forehead.
    I wore an old-fashioned hat.
    It was in fashion when I still stepped.
    Earth erased my footsteps.
    I had lived before I left for Heaven.
    I rushed to catch a train.
    Hey, train, you have changed a lot since then.
    I saw only your old-fashioned shape.
    The sun saw my face.
    The moon told me a fairytale.
    Once upon a time I laughed and cried.
    I smiled to the birds in flight.
    Time is not a crane that migrates.
    Time is never back.

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