Alice dreams of Shere Khan, sees his bright eyes, hears
his soft growl, even dreams of his plaintive call in the
darkness of the night, in the daytime Alice's eyes are
bright, her lips curling in a smile, as she recalls the
beautiful soul of Shere Khan, his good intentions
and his wild spirit, his gamboling playfully about
and she sighs - I love him so much, the lovely,
mischievous rascal...
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“This boy’s gonna make it” – ‘n heildronk op my ma, Annemarie: Dit gaan soms broekskeur om met familie klaar te kom want "Famil...
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Looking for the good, ignoring the sad (anything we dislike), according to Abraham’s (Esther Hick’s) website: “You cannot look at what you ... -
Found a perfect rendition of the Arabic alphabet on the Internet, trying to remember the letter KHa is pronounced with a guttural G...
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