TargeT #05 27 августа 1999

News from landfill - poems from FOX'a.

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           News from landfill | - - FOX / AIS
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            I thought long before you decide

            How to go on living-mow or serve?

            And so I stood on the seven winds ...

            In a gas mask in dusty boots,

            And the machine cold behind ...

            Thanks for all the girl alone.


            She did not believe that for her love,

            I even go into the army is ready.

            But the time has come to sum up.

            She asked me:

            Weakly-those in the army to go?

            And that would be in front of her I did not lay an 
egg, 

            I answered proudly:

            Weakly-you wait for me??


            But the dispute is a dispute, and, behold,

            She gave me a long time does not wait ...

            Not waiting for? Spit! All in defiance of ...

            FOX won that stupid argument!!


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            The army is a crowded bus, where one

            Controls, and all the shaking.


            The Army is not the will, the Army is not a home, 
the army is like 

            On the big loony bin.


            -I love to hike, said the commander, and sat in his 
car. 

            -And to you was dead! The soldier said, putting the 
bag 

             On the back.


            Army brain does not add, but folly knocks.


            Sleep is the only task that the soldiers

            Performs in good faith.


            We are not afraid of work: no work - we go to sleep,

            There is work - too sleep, without a job do not sit!


            The soldiers are very fond of work and can spend 
hours 

            Look at it :-)


            And we'll come back to the citizen, and we will

            Shine from afar,

            No stars on shoulder boards for the battalion 
commander, 

            A star on the bottles of cognac ...


            Oh, the army-deaf side, as if in a year and a half 
tank! 

            But we were out and the army are given to evaluate 
all the charm of 

            Citizen!


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            Mow, do not serve guys

            And the demobilization, then past the pass,

            And someone, taking a case of beer,

            On the beach fanovat go.


            I stand and fanuyu on the beach

            And next, the dust is a platoon

            And see, if not my friend,

            In the build goes to die?


            Comrade, you're in deep bummer ...

            You serve, and we'll Wait a drink!

            Listen, since you can not for freedom,

            His ...

                      FREEDOM TO PAY!