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If I was in such a great uncle,
I would not draw the sun - it does not turn me,
And would make tanks, grenades, bombs, not looking
to those who were standing somewhere behind and around it goes.

Missiles with warheads huge,
Special Forces training. beats deft hands
Vovka friend would say: & quot; Dude, get behind the rifle & quot;
And Seryoga Timur. Well, karoch, muddied would crowd.

Paint at the ready, spare no red,
Blood will be so much - this is the coolest color.
Kilogram of clay for the production of plastic explosives -
know the old Palestine about the new version of the genocide.

Look at the agony last breath,
Clumsily masked cannibal appetite.
Looked at the drawing - in my opinion, is not bad!
Only I did not catch, Lech, for which the teacher is I put 2 points?