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Sep 2016
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IRLANDZYKA by mówił sortia:
mowa i ten kelt niby Słowan -
o tu ochota
                    raczejbońka:
kaliber od chyba: więcej
wina; czy z Polakiem czy bez -
mam serdeczie dość - tyle jest wieków
znad prostym kiwaniem
                 o chęć - i o ile mniej niż
to co znaczy Izrael: tak samo
serdecznie krew Paltestyny: z wersją
Kroata: o o pomocy i temu oczekiwaniu
            zwane: ledwie.
                     idiotic Irishman:
there plenty more Guinness where
your dumbfounded look came from:
culturally inadequate to recognise being rude,
and readied for extermination like vermin.
                              aversions to the golden mean?
well... that's what built Dublin;
                                          ******* paddies;
******* potato patties.
   how english could you ever become...
you can, quiet easily, simply hating
the Leprechauns Clover Saints:
they're born to be hated.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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