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Here's how some views of my hardened nipples .. how excited young girls,
always ready to break away from the language of delayed teeth, and the shield on the heart,
ready to defend, not allowing emotions to the heart of the spokes!
and here many times over nearly a light head sweeps cricket tiresome whine,
including a program of words, he is crucified in a smile, and all with his bow, he sent me "to"
and Neh .. what! shit! these poor eyes! they lust straight shiny:
"Oh, you know, Zoe, to the day that met, you are still my dream!" All this is no accident! You sent destiny! Should we need to find alternative communication! "
"Sir, I am married, so good! What could be an alternative!". "Do not you and me!" Plant shamelessly instructed mudilko
"But you're not able to know what I am!"
"Garbage" I do not even want to hear it! "
and so for three months. Yes .
another meeting at the "victory" gained in chmetso eblo!   Tags: poetry.