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love bum (v)
I found my old verse was inspired one day walking around the city 
PySy not judge strictly self-taught poet)))
Once again about love.
Angry, sullen man,
I hate all the world,
Wandering along the stinking river
The slap erased to the holes.
And watery little eyes
Unrestrained longing,
The nose flows, sore liver,
And repyah all the hair,
His mouth stinks terribly,
Under the fingernails virgin,
(Yes, such a star promotion
even in FIGS not needed).
Slept, as usual, in the box,
The dinner was producing urns,
Janitor local glass of vodka
He poured in celebration.
Sheltered from prying gaze,
Catching catching fleas,
Reflected by the roar of engines,
Why is the world so bad?
And once in a rainy day
Suddenly he saw a peasant
Fresh and almost dirty
Low glow goby
He reached out little hand
Finder his
Smiling as the little boy,
And exclaiming "E-n-gay!
There is justice in the world
That day was not in vain! »,
Suddenly he fell into the hands of
Keda factory "Zarya» ...
And over leggings
kedoyu Colors dirt with milk,
And in the world there is no more beautiful
Nothing that went on then ...
Outstanding shape
Old vest covered,
And the crowning of this creation
The floor face beaming bruise.
Here's a Aphrodite
Came out from the wastewater:
Rozsa like a troglodyte
And barely dented his mouth.
The scent of her armpits
And zaplesnely navel
Peasant completely demolished the roof
And cast it into a love shock.
He would mumble "hello»,
However, the word foot in the scoreboard,
Got it: in the light of happiness,
And it came to it ...
Thoughtful friend,
Protracted heartily,
"I can certainly rough,
But the bulls are so good ...
A man is not very sickly,
What am I, O Lord, forgive,
Well this is how much we
bottles We can carry together? »
And she went, putting production
On the mighty shoulder,
Moving away from the paralysis,
He clung to her passionately ...
This is a double box,
Before her rug,
And he took his girlfriend,
Our little man is fast asleep ...
Freezing let bare heel,
But the blood boils,
Here such here, guys,
Strange thing - love
Source:
PySy not judge strictly self-taught poet)))
Once again about love.
Angry, sullen man,
I hate all the world,
Wandering along the stinking river
The slap erased to the holes.
And watery little eyes
Unrestrained longing,
The nose flows, sore liver,
And repyah all the hair,
His mouth stinks terribly,
Under the fingernails virgin,
(Yes, such a star promotion
even in FIGS not needed).
Slept, as usual, in the box,
The dinner was producing urns,
Janitor local glass of vodka
He poured in celebration.
Sheltered from prying gaze,
Catching catching fleas,
Reflected by the roar of engines,
Why is the world so bad?
And once in a rainy day
Suddenly he saw a peasant
Fresh and almost dirty
Low glow goby
He reached out little hand
Finder his
Smiling as the little boy,
And exclaiming "E-n-gay!
There is justice in the world
That day was not in vain! »,
Suddenly he fell into the hands of
Keda factory "Zarya» ...
And over leggings
kedoyu Colors dirt with milk,
And in the world there is no more beautiful
Nothing that went on then ...
Outstanding shape
Old vest covered,
And the crowning of this creation
The floor face beaming bruise.
Here's a Aphrodite
Came out from the wastewater:
Rozsa like a troglodyte
And barely dented his mouth.
The scent of her armpits
And zaplesnely navel
Peasant completely demolished the roof
And cast it into a love shock.
He would mumble "hello»,
However, the word foot in the scoreboard,
Got it: in the light of happiness,
And it came to it ...
Thoughtful friend,
Protracted heartily,
"I can certainly rough,
But the bulls are so good ...
A man is not very sickly,
What am I, O Lord, forgive,
Well this is how much we
bottles We can carry together? »
And she went, putting production
On the mighty shoulder,
Moving away from the paralysis,
He clung to her passionately ...
This is a double box,
Before her rug,
And he took his girlfriend,
Our little man is fast asleep ...
Freezing let bare heel,
But the blood boils,
Here such here, guys,
Strange thing - love
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