90 s

Winter weakens and slush, slush. How long now?
 Like a Piglet until spring without snow all & quot;Winnie! Winnie!"
 So, if I thought you were ruling, it's funny to the point of colic-
 You can't move a Martini glass around the bar.
 
 A tired ancestor plugged the hole with a wet jacket.
 And I ate crumbs, all on wormwood, on porridge with blackthorn.
 And it turned out that sideways turned out that those and betrayed.
 And to remember, but it was so Packed that the name was erased.
 
 And the name is erased, sprinkled with glitter inside, in the opal,
 Circling the fields, & nbsp; not tired, beautiful Thurman.
 So in the nineties friends  folded and buried,
 When drunk Sutra said that took by storm.
 
 And grief poured out a terrible morning in a beautiful date,
 Calendars laid after
 on top of all the above...
 That's how you think you're ruling, and then you're a traitor.
 And remember. But the name is erased. Clogged. Not survive.