After New Year s evening
New year's day,I've drunk like mad,And now, today,I feel so bad.My head like bell,I lay in bed,Like pig my smell,And look worse pet.And humbled to dustBy awful rock,Stand up I must,And go for work!...
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Александр Скурьят
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