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Wanted otherwise, something to convey,
But my-you know - who needs it?

And night again, hair in tatters,
No wonder I cut like a sin,
Pray do not know - hence the poetry.

Goryushko my very heavy -
Mother-in-law I have insatiable!
Not seen one of her kind!
Give her fangs - it was used the Cobra!
Saws all day rasplata!
To give the wings she had used a harpy!
Who would help a woman relieve harmful!
Give her the broom - have been used a witch.
In life you will not find mother-in-law radostny!
To give her ass it would be joy!!!

I hate humanity,
I run from him slowly.
My single country -
My soul is desolate.
With people miss to excess,
The same thing you see in them.
I wish the case of infidelity,
In love with movement and verse.
Oh, love, love luck,
Suddenly taken kiss
And all delight - sweet to the extreme,
And the verse in which the singing streams

Tell me so that I can see you.

- It's all mine. What you write is all mine.
- All the words. Every beat of your heart. All for you!

Volcanoes, came to the microphone,
And there, clearing his throat eight times,
Without Preface overclocking
He said: "a poem about the fall"!
- Autumn leaf fell on the gravel
So doomed is on the chopping block.
Your face glasses frame
I forget...
- X*! X*!..
The poet looked around Volcanoes
On the table, laughing shamelessly
And smiled guiltily,
Saying, "Friends, and down!"

Poetry is not dead.

You know, with you I remember all the poems that ever touched me..

Shakespeare was a good white guy, but he died long ago, now it's different. I want each of you wrote your own version of this sonnet.

I drink in order to write poetry.