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A hammer and sickle to tickle them cries of, 'it's Stalin' to ******* them, then silence on Red Square. Dacha's popping up everywhere communism like evangelism gathers the money in holiday plans. There are true ***** drinkers thinkers like Solzhenitsyn gulags and the rags of Moscow. I won't go to the palace where tells of a ****** or on the long road that tells us of more. The KGB a resident family of the community are looking for me via Odessa. I've gone to Sweden to lead 'em astray, can't stay in the concrete connivance no way, but I end up in Siberia wearier than the dogs who run with the pack. Looking back at the back of it there's a lack of it, but I'll manage it and a carriage would help a bit to carry me home .
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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A hammer and sickle to tickle them cries of, 'it's Stalin' to ******* them, then silence on Red Square. Dacha's popping up everywhere communism like evangelism gathers the money in holiday plans. There are true ***** drinkers thinkers like Solzhenitsyn gulags and the rags of Moscow. I won't go to the palace where tells of a ****** or on the long road that tells us of more. The KGB a resident family of the community are looking for me via Odessa. I've gone to Sweden to lead 'em astray, can't stay in the concrete connivance no way, but I end up in Siberia wearier than the dogs who run with the pack. Looking back at the back of it there's a lack of it, but I'll manage it and a carriage would help a bit to carry me home .
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
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