The silliest story

 

When  I was little maman read me a tale,Romeo and Juliet.I wondered for days why my parents  were not like those two. Then mama said,
”ces imbéciles sont morts.”        Love isn’t at all what the books speak of. No sur it’s mightier et heavier and Not happier and well I think it’s like a sky. Bigger and higher than you can reach.

Why I conclude,

It’s depth from cloud 100 to the floor, it’s a sure thing. So keep up your love studies,
i Would rather be a famer. Say have you ever, 
ever like ever hear of the
broken hearted farmer did you?

     Okay. That’s all I got.         Forever never

 

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