My poems - Today I present to you a new poem, full of ideas.

MSF #19
AY-Track: 2ND BLIN (some rmx by Macros)                     
By: I PREFERE T0 BE AT SHADOW                     
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Hello, dear fans of my
creativity! Today I present to you no-
a poem full of ideas,
tion.  To understand it, you will have to
a lot to think about, I’ll say right away that if you
don’t live in our city and have never been with us
did not communicate, then the likelihood is that you
something you will understand is 0.001%. In each
house in the next number this percentage will be
gradually approach 100, at least
At least I'll try.                      
                                                              
         
                                                              
 Today the old necromancer,               
 Apparently seen a lot.                 
 Reveal your talent to the world               
 And to ushe will tell you about lard.            
                                                              
Necromancer:                               
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 Well, lard next time                
 For the show off of the former union,                
 And now I’ll start the story                
 About the miracle Yudo-Mokrous.                  
                                                              
 This creature, I tell you,              
 In a green and yellow padded jacket              
 Not young beyond her years,                  
 And not as smart as three kopecks.              
                                                              
 She lives I don't know where                   
 And she eats edible food.                
 And if there is no food at all -                
 She goes and looks for her.                     
                                                              
 She doesn't disdain noodles,                 
 And, despite the temptations,                
 Doesn't eat big tree mushroom          
 Which, by the way, is different everywhere.            
                                                              
 She has a sharp tooth                   
 Which sharpens with anything.               
 It's just rightwill fall over an oak tree                  
 And he sleeps neither much nor little.              
                                                              
 She's as scary as ever                 
 And always cheerful with a hangover.             
 She goes there faster                  
 Where is the noise and vulgar fun.               
                                                              
 She doesn't know the word fear             
 Looks through the crowns up at the clouds.      
 I could live in heaven               
 But here the climate is probably better.          
                                                              
 She stays all night long                   
 Counts long needles.                 
 She screams, she sings,                    
 She is sitting on a bookshelf.             
                                                              
 She doesn't walk in the morning                   
 To the same wet mustache.             
 She has her back to us in life,              
 Without choosing us based on tastes.               
                                                              
 She thinks she's drunk                  
 She doesn't argue with the bottle.               
 She... that's how she is.                   
 She's digging your grave.                 
                                                              
 She carelessly                     
 Waves to the audience from the stageAnd he will go to another world.     *            
 Will this solve all the problems?             
                                                              
                                                              
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Afterword...                           
                                                              
 ...What is it, you say -            
 Why do you need so much of it?             
 She's transparent inside                
 So it is only visible from the outside.           
 What are you going to do with her?           
 In your rainy subtropics?         
 Believe me, in a couple of days              
 You call her lazily -                 
 But she’s not there. She left.                     
 And she took the charm with her,              
 Which I gave you,                      
 And - here they are! Gone somewhere...        
 Now somewhere on the grass               
 She lies there and melts.                  
 At least two of them are needed.                
 And so... Let it sparkle...*                                        
 The last line for some reasons
niyam has been changed.                           

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