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Стихи
Feb 05, 2008 22:09
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Re: ух ты!
goldenfigurine
February 6 2008, 21:16:05 UTC
Я его не читал, я слышал это стихотварение, потом через месяца два нашел его в интернете, и скопирнул, так как стих запал в памяти, и вообще оч. хор.
А вообще - 15 девочкой- так 15 летней девочкой, тоже пофиг... кем я только уже не был
Мугагага )
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Re: молодцом!
anonymous
February 7 2008, 19:39:27 UTC
А скинь сОтОну сюда? )
Читать стихи в наше время - это вообще очень хорошая черта... не в моде они нынче ;)
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Re: молодцом!
goldenfigurine
February 7 2008, 19:41:37 UTC
Это я был )
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Kill bill
anonymous
February 10 2008, 17:45:03 UTC
Чего-то такого я и ожидал под канец. Это радует. Это правельно )
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
А дальше уже не в тему )
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Re: Kill bill
goldenfigurine
February 10 2008, 17:45:41 UTC
Это снова я был )
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А вообще - 15 девочкой- так 15 летней девочкой, тоже пофиг... кем я только уже не был
Мугагага )
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Читать стихи в наше время - это вообще очень хорошая черта... не в моде они нынче ;)
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I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
А дальше уже не в тему )
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