I will fill my soul with the joy of prosperity

Любовь Глебовна Копылова
I will fill my soul with the joy of prosperity
 And satiety trough will sing.
 I'll forget the state of " unsweetened»,
 And I will love my neighbor, of course.
 
 "Stop, moment, you are beautiful!», –
 My enthusiastic Pete will write.
 And will blink eyes voluptuously,
 Wife of a stranger wanting, parasite.
 
 Sculpted about the buttercups-flowers,
 About the fact that heaven happens on earth,
 Of course, about the night and about nighttime,
 That men, of course, males.
 
 I would like to exclaim: "Ah Yes Pushkin!»
 But Doc's lip curls-reviewer:
 "Just got a story,
 At least there was a swing at the "Monument"!
 
 And here is a masterpiece in the cut of "Samizdat".
 It is akin to "not overgrown path".
 And here it is so long-awaited " PI.Dato'!»
 In a torn shirt to the navel.


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