Poet fickle
his hands in his pants;
heroes and heroes are made about his
;
reading the newspaper ;
reads only evil
birds to the window, watching the teacher
;
she knows how to use the ruler;
but not limited to that;
(makes me rhyme with bird)
The clouds touch the sun
listen to my words, ideas float
air;
in Africa is Malaria;
the note is in the ear;
the stick: the fourth leg for the old;
on TV to talk mode;
the dog with the bitch straightens its tail;
the world surrounded by cement
in a while 'I brick under the chin;
rate in the den;
expects the Epiphany;
to fly using the banana;
is not completely healthy;
what happened to St. Lucia ;
at home, waiting for Marja;
The armpit is as hot as an oven;
worse than a girl porn
is my drop of sweat;
poems would sell more than Moccia;
has been so long since I wrote;
perhaps it is better without rimavevo.
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