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Pippi
< Tim Skorenko
Suppose that run light and darkness,
All mundane objects go crazy,
Mankind ogrebёt absolute mat
From the creator god of speech, Bishop of Rome,
Not seeing his last farewell sign,
It was then that, for clarity, clenched fist,
Will the city, leaving his house,
Peppilotta, Ephraim daughter was missing.
Peppilotta looks at the ground, which is not,
She remembers about his last spring
And suddenly decides to put an end to the war
And rebuild the city unburned.
In its battle no violence, no struggle,
It's just like a standard home life,
Generals Miss Langstrump lay himself foreheads
And it turns into knots "Satan" and "Pershing».
This is a terrible force in her graceful hands
It is almost a fear of any soldier,
And he is hiding, still clutching in
teeth The gun from her burning eyes oplyvshy.
Peace comes, this world - at girls' legs,
Nose pokes in shoes like a sick puppy.
We hope only to Pippi Longstocking,
And Carlson - that lives on the roof
. And imagine that Pippi did not come suddenly,
That burned down, and was left alone ash,
And now no one gloomy compress fist
And from the dead a little water to make the water of life.
It's the little things, friend. Do not collapse the firmament;
Pippi comes back exactly parted the curtain of water.
Just in the Russian habit - hope that,
Who is stronger than us.
And yet - there is no
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Suppose that run light and darkness,
All mundane objects go crazy,
Mankind ogrebёt absolute mat
From the creator god of speech, Bishop of Rome,
Not seeing his last farewell sign,
It was then that, for clarity, clenched fist,
Will the city, leaving his house,
Peppilotta, Ephraim daughter was missing.
Peppilotta looks at the ground, which is not,
She remembers about his last spring
And suddenly decides to put an end to the war
And rebuild the city unburned.
In its battle no violence, no struggle,
It's just like a standard home life,
Generals Miss Langstrump lay himself foreheads
And it turns into knots "Satan" and "Pershing».
This is a terrible force in her graceful hands
It is almost a fear of any soldier,
And he is hiding, still clutching in
teeth The gun from her burning eyes oplyvshy.
Peace comes, this world - at girls' legs,
Nose pokes in shoes like a sick puppy.
We hope only to Pippi Longstocking,
And Carlson - that lives on the roof
. And imagine that Pippi did not come suddenly,
That burned down, and was left alone ash,
And now no one gloomy compress fist
And from the dead a little water to make the water of life.
It's the little things, friend. Do not collapse the firmament;
Pippi comes back exactly parted the curtain of water.
Just in the Russian habit - hope that,
Who is stronger than us.
And yet - there is no
Your text to link ....