There is no time for events,
There is no place for meet.
There are a big uncomments,
There are no things a sweet.
I stay beside my soul,
I look her face to face.
In love, but not in foul,
In touch, but not in grace.
Uncomments, so it easy?
Few reasons to be blame?
Uncomments – fate of city,
Fry pan with life on flame.
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Ok, Natali!
And it would be desirable to whistle!
truly your, Ilya
Илья Кошелев 17.09.2009 09:21 Заявить о нарушении
And it would be desirable to whistle!
truly your, Ilya
Илья Кошелев 17.09.2009 09:21 Заявить о нарушении