De VrijMiBo is onbetaalbaar
If sober, and inclin'd to sport,
To you, my fair one, I resort;
The still-forbidden bliss to prove,
Accuse me then, and blame my love.
But if to rashness I incline,
Accuse me not, but blame the wine:
When Love and Wine at once inspire,
What mortal can control his fire.
Of late I came, I know not how,
Embrac'd my fair, and kiss'd her too;
It might be wrong; I feel no shame,
And, for the bliss, will bear the blame
Prettig weekend. En be nice
Reaguursels
Dit wil je ook lezen
Bierrrr drinken met Geert Wilders in Het StamCafé
PVV-leider trapt campagne af in feestend Venlo
U moet: steeds verder lopen naar de kroeg
Er zijn nog steeds cafés, maar wel steeds minder
