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Grandfather! The case is not fucked?
You are not crazy about old age:
You suggest a crown ... well done?
Well, straight fucked up !!!
Al in the outcome of his wife already zaebla?
In the afternoon, you scrambled out of bed -
Found sneaker barely,
not yet wearing shorts
the bedroom doors are bolted,
and ... let's masturbate again ...
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You are not crazy about old age:
You suggest a crown ... well done?
Well, straight fucked up !!!
Al in the outcome of his wife already zaebla?
In the afternoon, you scrambled out of bed -
Found sneaker barely,
not yet wearing shorts
the bedroom doors are bolted,
and ... let's masturbate again ...
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Your pussy is the crown of creation
The beginning of all earthly beginnings,
Tastier and sweeter than jam,
Lucky who finished it!
What are thin chanel
Do not drown her spirit
I smell a genuine smell
And again my spear stands!
And with a roar of a wild bear,
Only on the brakes,
In you, my ...
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The beginning of all earthly beginnings,
Tastier and sweeter than jam,
Lucky who finished it!
What are thin chanel
Do not drown her spirit
I smell a genuine smell
And again my spear stands!
And with a roar of a wild bear,
Only on the brakes,
In you, my ...
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Stop -
I love you so much...
Shakespeare, 96th Sonnet
Leaving you
to come back again ...
Come in
to leave again ...
Here -
I did not have time to look back
and you're on the road again ...
And again I wonder: where are you?
And again
I do not sleep at night ...
a little smoldering fire cigarettes:
jealous, suffering, love ...
You are young ...
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I love you so much...
Shakespeare, 96th Sonnet
Leaving you
to come back again ...
Come in
to leave again ...
Here -
I did not have time to look back
and you're on the road again ...
And again I wonder: where are you?
And again
I do not sleep at night ...
a little smoldering fire cigarettes:
jealous, suffering, love ...
You are young ...
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autumn beaches are deserted and bare,
and it was fun here, laughter was heard ...
cold waves crash into moles,
and seagulls crying shrill about those
cheerful and young, left the sea -
returning to the troubles ridiculous country:
no Vova and Yura, Sergey and Toli, - the summer is over ... where are you guys ...
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and it was fun here, laughter was heard ...
cold waves crash into moles,
and seagulls crying shrill about those
cheerful and young, left the sea -
returning to the troubles ridiculous country:
no Vova and Yura, Sergey and Toli, - the summer is over ... where are you guys ...
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a century at the end ... pull out - and again
I look at photos of friends ...
here is Tolik (smiles) ...
here is Vova ...
and here we are in Kabardinka, and Andrew
on the background of the sea - looking serene
(in Afghanistan, he will die in a year,
and it will be autumn, and Comrade Brezhnev
will look from the poster on the people
and I...
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I look at photos of friends ...
here is Tolik (smiles) ...
here is Vova ...
and here we are in Kabardinka, and Andrew
on the background of the sea - looking serene
(in Afghanistan, he will die in a year,
and it will be autumn, and Comrade Brezhnev
will look from the poster on the people
and I...
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