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Pets Cemetery
Dig your best cat gamy
Or cremated
behind the ear and in the memory of the frame behind the school sadly pull Kent, hang new curtains,
Still, his skin is flickering.
Burn guitar, she has absorbed, and tell everyone how,
And already there is China, Vorkuta, melts in your mouth,
Courage, vanity, throwing, and fascinates you, this Huet.
Childhood Curly kicks your bottom,
There will be Mexico, Katya, is Chelyabinsk.
This fence, which is not written,
This is the law of the latter in a taxi: leaving pay. And they want these cemeteries:
Elegant dresses, mourning and bows, masquerade drip drops on cabbage soup.
Comrade, bury
bury deep
Your pet cats.
Your pet cats warm.
Bury deeply.
Here instead of crosses, soft toys,
Undertakers loaded: do not sleep for several days.
Thirteen kittens and one badger,
Here are just eating the soup and you shovel zadissuyu.
I came into the twilight and burying bloodsuckers dogs
The loop on the weight of a good review.
Another schizoid shit on the floor the color of pomegranate
Wafts the smell of serenades.
But we do not have to treat psoriasis.
Military Commissariat, the names of long lost,
And your nostrils visible confident nature,
One road there another way out.
Colds tipped the scales thermometer
Above the town red range.
I'm so glad the old radio,
TVNZ eaten by moths,
Garage swamped under a zero,
Garbage seized travel.
Rain floods the bottom of nicks on the dirt of the cemetery,
And this is one the biggest key
On our TV show.
* Bury deeply *
Your pet cats.
Your pet cats warm.
Bury deeply.