They like their women, cheap beer and barbecued ribs.
And I am among them like island that was forgotten
five minutes after discovery. Isn't it sad?
It isn't.
I really like their colors. They jump in my eyes,
They invade my monotonous black.
they make me aware -
this life is about good food and affordable sex.
And you never knew what this life was about.
And so, my friend,I am sorry for staying away.
It's true, we feel lonely when we are in crowd.
But tell me - do islands meet?
And is there anything good to come out?
They love their beer...
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2007
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trust me - there's always something good out there...
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and sometimes it's better to be forgotten...
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and sometimes it's better to be forgotten...
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