Poems about hairy word
WHETHER calmed DOWN...
"whether the dust settled,
whether it was not passion,
Lost in the whirlwind
And disappeared without a word
People's first novels.
On the Sand and all the sand
Summer, ditches, pipeline,
Bella with white shoulders,
the Fifty-ninth year,
Bella ....... goes.
See clear and fuzzy
Touch the hand
Summer, the ditches and this Ki ...
Red grace.
Over the Moscow river went
the Evening was clearly waning,
Sold the refrigerator,
Flew to the Urals."
(the Author is Gennady Shpalikov)
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