There was a young romantic poet,
Her name was Julia - you know it.
Once they told her that the moon
Was a huge sweet macaroon,
So she climbed up the sky to show it.
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© Copyright: Deva Tumula, 2002
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ну у меня просто слов нет!!! здорово! эх..воспоминания сплошные. Жаль я не помню, тот который про тебя. Но попробую-таки экспромтом что-нить новое:
There was a crazy guitarist,
that played guitar without strings.
To see it was a green small drum,
But sounded like a Gibson one
Within her corning fingertips.
Madabout 17.05.2002 17:54 • Заявить о нарушении
There was a crazy guitarist,
that played guitar without strings.
To see it was a green small drum,
But sounded like a Gibson one
Within her corning fingertips.
Madabout 17.05.2002 17:54 • Заявить о нарушении