АБВИОТУРА - Угар
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Clarg

Ringing thin brittle wings
Cut breathing, finely cutting, wing them
The sky is tight to the palate similar
Cleaned with a burnt skin with a burn
Torn the nerves of the nerves twisted
With salt, the sparks of the sun were chopped
Pushed the eyes with bees
I hung my soul out, not sorry for it

Drank did not disappear, but howled right away
Dust fell into the ashes and sang sang
Focused flocks of flocks, laughed at a loud cluchee
I dragged the field with a burning field
Here you have, grandmother, and a new day
I wandered nonsense without a ford on gray raw water
Muzzle in mud, in the hump by truth with fierce
A hole of a temple good for a lick Malyutoy

The evening was inhabited and there is nothing to heal
Thief lifting tightly by the shoulders
In a beard, a demon under the edge of the peak-sulitsa
Hey, don't yawn, call the beggars from the street
So we’ll sit and take it
Dubew -dubbling.
The power of a dense mind is a lot to
They fought with howls and got into a drunkenness

© Pavel Lapigin