И в каждой мысли
В нужном проявлении...
Я слышу голос моего "отца".
И когда женат и холост.
Беден и богат тот голос
Звучит как проявление,
В той "сисьтеме" без конца)
Матриа...рхат
Как постулат!(
Ты не вздумай,
И не дай Бог не ударь)
Эту паскуду, падаль и еба...тварь))
И в каждой
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye
Рифмочка 24.12.2020 18:08 • Заявить о нарушении
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye
Рифмочка 24.12.2020 18:08 • Заявить о нарушении
