Thursday, May 10, 2012
Divni lidi
Potkavam same divne lidi.
Divne na me civi,
Taky divne smrdi.
Smrdi sirou,
pachnou peklem,
a divne, divne civi.
Vedou divne reci,
pletou se jim veci.
Placaji nesmysly
a divne, divne civi.
A pak jsou jeste jini lidi
a ti se divnym lidem divi.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 4/25/2011
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