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First Mish I apologized, and the fact that I'm ashamed of also wrote in the Book of complaints! And the verse You took apart as a tyre which is building the ship!
We will continue with verses to unsubscribe or is it Your Highness will forgive Us?!

Oh! The vigilantes came, it was necessary for You to write the Elf, what Misha says with meaning, and Behemoth without!
All so predictable - now is probably Mike will defend Elven people, and then the Spirits of the forest nasact new poems to My address! Wait!

Mitin, I have the right to Express their opinion, or do you forbid? and, for that matter, I remember what you promised me bummer in communication) waiting for him no less than you new poems =))))

Hmmmmm...me first explain what you mean by the elven people?

Well, Dayrell - Elven name, at least she said so! And ischo wrote poetry before, and turns simple don't understand (sarcastic tone)!

I probably should razbiratsya Elven names for your?

You're husband and wife, ask sedate for hours, days, years, centuries - and simple vesch myself do not know:))))

Mitin...You for all time of presence on this forum,has never said anything worthwhile.Any nonsense you write all the time.

Totally agree!

Bliiiin... well you found fun... If anyone wants to duel in verse - for example, I can read Kazantsev, the Swirling void (on Cyrano de Bergerac), it started, how it developed and how it ended.

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By the way, is Petit after Klinskoe Arriva are parishes started, I think, a lot more than pot... there will be a Carnival of some kind, tanouye half-naked girls.

I XY(d)it, from radio disco!

The house was built on sand,
Beautiful home
on the shore of the sea...

I touch without touching
Your blushing cheek.
And will return back
In my lovely house on the sand.

And I meet as manual
The door will open without keys.
And I will remember without remembering
Everything to the last detail.

I close my eyes, but through the roof
See the stars of hot light.
And without listening, hear
That no one here anymore.

Only uninhabited ruins
Still have my warmth.
Covered with a network of web
Even transparent glass.

Shines like a mirror carp
Oval square box.
I'll break a glass of crystal,
The adding of sour wine.

I'll be drinking and not getting drunk,
Wake up, forgetting the sweet sleep,
When the oblique rays darkening,
Fade morning outside the window.

Among the fragments of charred
Nettles filled the yard
Narva mushrooms bluish white,
Bake in extinguished the fire.

And felt without feeling
Their sweet bitterness in the mouth,
I forgive, but not forgiving,
Step into thick emptiness.

I deny not renouncing,
Imagine the jailer and the judge.
Probably, the hundredth time, repent,
I'm leaving, not leaving.

The ears will stick the sound of the surf,
Not drowning out the crunch of footsteps.
I leave the battlefield,
Country happy fools.

When the rays of the night splashing,
My house will melt away,
I touch without touching
Your blushing cheek.

Che you so saperlo?????? And alexxx still stoned I guess ?!!

They are preparing for the competition for Young talents!!!! :))))

Make its modest contribution.(I have this Shoe Polish fill up)

I don't know the end and don't remember faces
The one who was thrown down
He was talking to me the heart of the world led
Why?Good question

I see no traces of his fiery words
I don't remember where He stood on the path
I stayed now for the last hurdle
Slip Him into the void

And I go behind It the ideal of his
Completing the seventh circle
And wind of change this survive
And I will forever curse


Ash

Maraza... Oh no... Satanism was intense...

And Playshner bent.Oh blew trees down.Oh Playshner groaned.Or trees moaning??Then Playshner bent.Or not??
You've lost me.

You for review-came...??? Pzhlst...
Well, your faceless the ideal is not introduced you to my end, it does not matter... you have, as they say, there will still be...
But what you don't remember when this EVOH tools got... - it is amnesia...the diagnosis...