Air of the Beggar

The mist leaves me; Don't get on my nerves. The worldly farmer has the pleasure of receiving you on his farm. Your inheritance is savored and resolutely recorded in the Tourist Office. The cathedral has turned around and the catastrophe has been averted. Close your doors as the asbestos cloud spreads towards the Houtem village. Fidel and Figaro lie down on the roof of the playhouse while the children watch breathlessly. What do you expect from two times seven? That the fontanelle druid will surrender to you? He prefers to drink a picon or a heavy beer. On the Serge Millecam label, the heaviest metals will mix with oxygen.