Boris Alekseevich Chichibabin. (№ 319088)

Of all the brutes I heart camel
He would need a rest - and again in a way, navotas.
In his humps morose vitality,
Century captivity they will pour in.
He drags the cargo, and the sad blue
It is from love rage yells
His patience nurture of the desert.
I'm all in it - from songs to hooves.
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I like him, my God is not indulged.
I grind the same food wise
And I got a flashing face,
Yes, a hot hump, but the Walker legs.