Liza Sud Poems

Zhirinovsky is hugging a horse
in beloved steppe somewhere.
so good in red shirt, -
as on museum painting!
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With an interest I’ll pay you back.
Therefore never call me dear.
Or I will call you my beloved
Under October night star!
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When time of death to you is coming
And you recall the whole life –
You think about the most light and
That fascism has been overcome,
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Although Paratov is a scoundrel,
But women love him very much:
A guy tormented by a passion -
eternal beagle runs through life!
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Daniel, you are
like an angel from heaven!
You make my day,
and you make my life bright!
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Lotus asana opens a lot
About your body and mind:
It makes you peaceful and calm,
It makes you gentle and warm.
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Sunny opera – Das Rheingold!
Full of energy and light.
Loud voices – they push you out
Of depression to Forte lands!
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Autumn becomes more murky...
I go to the yard.
Maybe with leaves that are falling
it wil take me and grab?
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I never could give in and crack down,
and sailing over LaMansh -
I always was the Fluing Dutchman,
and only jealosy was mine.
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And every seven years
  he to the earth descends,
to meet there  with the faithful,
which will not leave, not sell.
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