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Une question sur me faire des amis( an issue on making friends here)
J'ai une question ici. pourquoi bcp d'amis tout lès jours ne me répondent pas après avoir écrit les messages. je pense qu'on doit me répondre de politesse. Avez vous le rencontré ?
Hi, everybody, i have a question, i have sent many messages about making language partner, but it failed to hear from them. I think he or she should have replied me out of the polite to someone. Have you come across the indifference? do you mind whether the language partner is male or formale during finding a language partner?
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I have written the second part of my bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up?
Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn.
Winds gentle yet metal sharp.
In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges,
Summer’s fiery heat retreats,
Gentle coolness breeds.
Drizzling rain wets my cloak.
As one painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.
Tides now rise with stiff winds;
Waves spit flying foam.
White gulls dot the shore.
Now, the wind stills. As the sun sets, sails bob amidst green reeds.
White clouds mute distant battle drums and flutes.
Somewhere, caltrop-pickers’ song rise above this bucolic scene.
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I have written the second part of my bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up?
Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn.
Winds gentle yet metal sharp.
In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges,
Summer’s fiery heat retreats,
Gentle coolness breeds.
Drizzling rain wets my cloak.
As one painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.
Tides now rise with stiff winds;
Waves spit flying foam.
White gulls dot the shore.
Now, the wind stills. As the sun sets, sails bob amidst green reeds.
White clouds mute distant battle drums and flutes.
Somewhere, caltrop-pickers’ song rise above this bucolic scene.
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I have written the second part of my bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up?
Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn.
Winds gentle yet metal sharp.
In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges,
Summer’s fiery heat retreats,
Gentle coolness breeds.
Drizzling rain wets my cloak.
As one painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.
Tides now rise with stiff winds;
Waves spit flying foam.
White gulls dot the shore.
Now, the wind stills. As the sun sets, sails bob amidst green reeds.
White clouds mute distant battle drums and flutes.
Somewhere, caltrop-pickers’ song rise above this bucolic scene.
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I have writen a bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up?
Here is the first part of my poem, the rest will be issued tomorrow.
Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn.
Winds gentle yet metal sharp.
In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges,
Summer’s fiery heat retreats,
Gentle coolness breeds.
Drizzling rain wets my cloak.
As painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.
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I write a bucolic poem, would anyone please help me touching it up?
Here is the first part of my peom, and the rest of it will be issued tomorrow.
Skies signal early autumn; Skies signal early autumn.
Winds gentle yet metal sharp.
In hazy villages beyond city walls and painted bridges,
Summer’s fiery heat retreats,
Gentle coolness breeds.
Drizzling rain wets my cloak.
As painted barge steers toward the fairy isles.
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커뮤니티 가이드라인을 위반한 콘텐츠입니다.2017년 7월 19일
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커뮤니티 가이드라인을 위반한 콘텐츠입니다.2017년 7월 16일
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