20 stishkov- "pies" against the monotony of everyday life



«Pies" and "powder" - a unique quatrain with no apparent rhyme or punctuation. But that does not take the fruits of this network of poetry, it's meaning, flavored stout humor and witty metaphors.

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«pies» h3> ***

it seems to me that the refrigerator
I sleep soundly at night
the bedroom door quietly opens
and stares at me



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Winter seems to occur
said the mayor of the city Oleg
to hand out to people warmed
kittens socks wine and tea



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one sock lost my
I have become smarter and are now
like rubber gloves strengthened
and passed through the pants



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Ivan washed mushrooms in the kitchen
and quickly ate them raw
now they have returned back
and disapproving look



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too right handed and passport
Inspector sluggish saluted
but docha loudly with interest
asked popes and where goat



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grandmother woke up early in the morning
I do not know what to do to them
let's go ride the buses
with large bags of stones



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you're the queen of the vacuum cleaner
goddess of rags and borscht
I Divan lord
and our alliance is invincible



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yesterday suddenly found herself
outside the good
Autumn here without you and cork
and lost Internet



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Today Barsiku said
that he was receiving a foster
and he was purring and does not believe
I did so because you like



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are you going to answer
that soon a flock of fireflies
you catch and bottle
you tell them to shove Dark



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computer smoothly and quietly
He persuaded me not to sleep
another said that the refrigerator
I am glad to see in every hour



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Velcro on the leading dress
in an attempt to remove the wool from it
I strongly suspect
the cat somewhere it went



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already four and a half
in the subway, I embarrassed the girls
I told my aunt sit
rising from the father's knees



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Happiness has a simple form
a circle of children face
box chocolates
cozy cat arc





«powders» h3> ***

I read a newspaper in the morning
and pour a cup of coffee in
around which spoils the mood
fuck u



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I call the chief in trouble
hello we've got a force majeure
I sucked in sloppiness
and zhor



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You remind me a bath
not in the sense of a hot fire
and those that hovered so long
I



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when you are rushing to the bright stars
the difference is small
flying in a rocket or give
Pink



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I stole Martians
Well not quite stolen
I still spend the night at home
and it



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give a little bit more about the autumn
about leaf raccoon sadness
although there is clearly a raccoon once
but let











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