But God will not give out, and Luck is dust. Someone has dust, but for you - pollen.

Serge Moskalenko

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But God will not give out, and Luck is dust.

Someone has dust, but for you - pollen.

On your way to the far end of riches A

pinch of salt thrown into your eyes -

You will suddenly appreciate how TNT is the meaning,

Indistinguishable in the thickets of lies, -

You will notice late, flying upward, -

And a tractor that has died at the border,

In ginger rust - from caterpillars to Ray ...

In a heavenly puddle - red fry ...

And in an open field, right at the Doors, -

Wallets stacked in a heap ...

05/11/05

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