YOGA - the man who cultivates the art of yoga called. He loves you very beast of all ape.
As he sees a cow, so the payment leg se that cow's mouth goes, and in that time the cow, which is in great amazement, it is easier to milk.
uźrzy And like a snake, that all men are chasing the side, he has arranged on the ground and the snake goes, posykuje that the serpent itself ucika.
A verdict like a bird, a crane, to se stock on one leg, arms will spread, and that he is a bird in flight zatrzymie and lands on the ground, what would come of this poczwarze closer look. A yoga you standing still as a companion armor, only without the armor, and waits. And when the crane will lift osłupion jaje eyes and put the pole, Yoga podbierze them to him and he incubates, which very fond of. Then se sits on the egg, and the occasional tenner. Se air a long time a three to heap enough for everyone. Sometimes they forget to breathe and the lightly drzymie se, dopiro how to hatch a bird and it dziubnie, it włocknie. Yoga
you live in high mountains, and how to pass a high common road and rolled them enough space there, it's not on my feet, and on her head and facecyje become almost as much of their kontentuje. In a good mood okręcają still practiced, so that one head and legs look the other way.
Women are taking. Yoga is sitting, but a hole to repeal a winniczka let go and waiting to it is she who sat. And how zespoli, a female trumpet nectar sleep, what amritta eccentric, hiding it in a time when women will not close. Yoga
Pojadają only roots, tubers, olpuchów, and beans like greatly. How can such a single yoga and feels that it wzdymie, he will conclude at the bottom, and the gas does not let go, breathe in the air stout will do, and clog his throat tongue, like a cork. As gas and air from the bottom of the mountain they meet, it swells and slightly Yoga from the ground rises, and as the wind will get up and move it. Lewitacyją is eccentric.
Various Yoga does wonders. But people are good, and how ukontentowani gather in a pile up, it is as quiet as bees Bucha. And you are nice to the ear, only honey that is lower.
Fr. Benedict Chmielowski "New Athens" Vol I Ed. 1746
[wynalzł it and dusted Chris]
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