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Today the bread is served for birds.
We have enough of it in house.
There is a lack in us of words.
Love in the words does not arouse.
And we are eating every day
the problems of no less than hating.
We done of water and of clay.
What is today my daily rating?
The birds have eaten crumbs and fly.
I see your face in daily paper.
They say, that I one day will die.
I know, that God is Demon Strator
of what we all shall be someday.
The birds have no the sense of humor.
We are again to war on way -
in daily papers there is rumor...
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Сегодня хлебом кормят птиц...
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Birds eat crumbs and fly, and we are crushed by the problems that we create ourselves, feed on rumors from Newspapers and screens. Even see each other online only!
We don't!!
Interesting thoughts you raised, Andrew! Thank you! Bow!
Инна Гаврилова 03.03.2019 11:58 • Заявить о нарушении
We don't!!
Interesting thoughts you raised, Andrew! Thank you! Bow!
Инна Гаврилова 03.03.2019 11:58 • Заявить о нарушении