Nick just, sloven,
In his pocket tea.
Where will revolve, where will drink,
Where will programlet where will sing.
His smile wider
Than confident Mare.
And Kaluha, our akenny,
Red-cheeked and sleek.
Where should walk slowly,
He has two reeds.
Where go, where will sweep,
Where will SAG, stumble there.
Our Kaluha, like a wizard,
In his hands the marker.
Where to sign, which will be,
Lech again yelled.
Nick you walked,
A number of podpisi and home.
Here is Kaluha, rushing to the house,
At the Ford the Kolka room.
The twenty-third of February,
Means holiday for me.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g 01:00
Nick just sloven
© Copyright: Виктор Чирик, 2014
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