сряда, август 31, 2011

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Some fucking new, some every day, some dushbag tree, some paper plane.
Some southern breeze, some wedding day, some afternoon, some famous gay.
Some everybody, some torch in fire, some zombie land, some lighting strike.
Some awesome movie, some goodbye song, some little boobies, some mood to calm.
Some Tuesday night, some unknown street, some bunny hopping, some bad-ass hit.
Some one of all, some all for one, some culture vanished, some Elton john.
Some rain is falling, some flight was missed, some trains are coming, some ticket slipped.
Some poem writings, some songs to sing, some flower dying, some sexy she.
Some bold and old, some beers sold, someone, some two, some three and so on.
Some straight, some wrong, some wonderful song, some bright, some not, some shit and that’s all.