Леонид Сергеев - Палка палка огуречек
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Stick, stick, cucumber.
With a cucumber man.
He stands to support the shoulders
Well, we look out the window.
And a long time finished evening
And have long subsided speech,
And the mysterious forerunner
Under the table for a long time.

So that neither sadness grown,
So that the devils did not swing
So that his wives have grumbled,
We drink alone sturdy tea.
And until screamed
Chalim in search of the pier
Where inadvertently died
Whose pure sorrow.

Comma, point, point
Man on a leaflet.
And under it uneven line
"Want to believe, and you want no!",
As a result, in chakhokhbil
Put the pepper chil
And in the end got -
Seven troubles one answer.

Something grown sorrow
Seen devils pumped up
Something we all got
And there is no challenges.
Shouted at the beginning
I shouted everything for someone
All somehow told
And remained without a face.

Comma, point, stick,
Study,
The chair is the former rocking chair.
Man in the rain
Evening a long, a century is finite
And the mysterious forerunner
I forgot everyone to a new meeting,
To which we live.

Do not be sad about sadness!
We bored without sadness
And I would not often have met
What would it be dispelled.
And so sit and do not miss
Pouring strong tea
And nice shakes us
Our life depth.
And so sit and do not miss
Pouring strong tea
And ... sad shakes us
Our life depth.