Once again about the homeland ...

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My loam and podzol

You are so decisively with the people

that, no matter how angry is now

All your grip for the hem

stronger: “I forgot where it comes from?!

You are a consumption of a consumption,

When it seemed: the life of a hitch, -

what we gave, all the village

They fed so that from the other world

They returned the mother with her father.

We are for the hem, and for the sleeve -

Unlucky drama:

the bewitching you - crafty

But the sacrifice of the mother is a sacrifice

Being to drive away, swearing.

No, boy, you are not just ours -

BLA GOLO ONAL E M: What is with us

Creat, take a pencil,

Language and voice at times

Exalt! And you need to give life ... "

About death - my rush is more likely

From a dead merchant from the eyelids:

They are a bookworm - an excavation, stones,

I feel the sticks with sides

The mind is a shame and anger.

Not bloodthirsty

God's voice

reflecting me from below

Their faith, they know, took root -

And I will not run away, only my teeth will squeeze

Like this one, for each time.

11/20/14