Oct 13, 2015, 9:22 PM

Лагерен огън 

  Poetry » Phylosophy
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Навън, навътре
Навътре, навън
Ръгаш, блъскаш,
Ръчкаш
С пръчка.
Огнено докосване
Пари ръката ти
Не викай, зъби стискай
Здраво
Един
Истински
Мъж ...

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