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"yra" poems
Osterreich hat den Vontrapps La Belgiquea leurs chocolats Bûlgariya e nechuvano Hrvatska je mjesto gdje žabe kreštanje Kibris bir agaçtir České čepování piva je z Czechaslovakia Denmark er ikke Delaware Eesti kividega Suomi on lähellä Norjassa ja Ruotsissa La France a Paris Deuschland spreache Deusche I Elláda échei kókkino - skepastí spítia Magyarország éhes Tá Éire ar thalamh de fearg Italia odia quando si ordinal a pizza Latvija izklausās tualete Lietuva yra skystas Lëtzebuerg *** nieft dee Belsch Malta ghandha hafna ta ' maltu Nederland wordt geschreeuwd toen Adam een doelpunt Polska am Marie Curie Portugal: Valentina: Hey que ê de on de eu sou ! România suná ca locul romanilor Slovaškia pravi, "zdravo" Slovenija je an prostem Equipo de fútbol de España Es la favorite de Karly Sverige har Minecraft United Kingdom is leaving
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
The EU
Yet another in my "Barry Hodges" series O what a beautiful city is baroque and unspoiled Vilnius, A veritable rose in the greyness of Eastern Europe, And a centre of fierce Lithuanian pride and nationalism Where loathing of Russia comes as part of the national tapestry, Woven into the heart and soul of each true descendant of Gediminas: "Tik geras rusų yra miręs rusų!"[note 1] my Litvak lady love would cry out In moments of extreme and poetic ******** excitement, As she farted tunefully through purple quilted haemorrhoids. O dearest delightful Vilnius, where my obsessive adoration Of this rather plump but still juicy middle-aged lady Went unrequited when she was sober, despite the perpetual onslaught Of my tenderly whispered syllables of love and lust, Even when my mispronounced tirade of affirmations of desire Rose to a pointless crescendo, wasted on the midnight hour, As she shrieked: "Lietuvių valytojoms yra geriausias pasaulyje!" [note 2], In a desperate attempt to retain her composure post-climax. O how can I ever forget her egregiously insatiable ****** appetite or Her immense cantilevered ***** whose glorious silhouette I can still recall in the silvery moonlight shining through The toilet window, as I peeped at her through the keyhole, Watching her wipe between her gorgeous silken arse-cheeks, With an improvised corner of the unfurled bathroom curtain, Mysteriously muttering "Jei nėra silkių nereikia valgyti!" [note 3] As she reviewed the remains of half-digested Cepelinai [note 4] O woe! All is now finished and dear overweight Valerija is lost to me, Having fallen drunkenly down an open manhole on Pilies one evening, And I am left alone to wetly kiss the cryptic letter she left for me, Staring sadly at the tear-stained smudged ink of her illiterate scrawls. Yea, mate, her last words of warning and patriotic exhultation were: "Jei jūsų kūdikis turi imbiero plaukus, mesti jį į upę!" [note 5] Followed by "Valio už Lietuvos Vermachto karo didvyrių!" [note 6] And I think they were probably the sanest things she ever said.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Memories of Vilnius
Yet another in my "Barry Hodges" series O what a beautiful city is baroque and unspoiled Vilnius, A veritable rose in the greyness of Eastern Europe, And a centre of fierce Lithuanian pride and nationalism Where loathing of Russia comes as part of the national tapestry, Woven into the heart and soul of each true descendant of Gediminas: "Tik geras rusų yra miręs rusų!"[note 1] my Litvak lady love would cry out In moments of extreme and poetic ******** excitement, As she farted tunefully through purple quilted haemorrhoids. O dearest delightful Vilnius, where my obsessive adoration Of this rather plump but still juicy middle-aged lady Went unrequited when she was sober, despite the perpetual onslaught Of my tenderly whispered syllables of love and lust, Even when my mispronounced tirade of affirmations of desire Rose to a pointless crescendo, wasted on the midnight hour, As she shrieked: "Lietuvių valytojoms yra geriausias pasaulyje!" [note 2], In a desperate attempt to retain her composure post-climax. O how can I ever forget her egregiously insatiable ****** appetite or Her immense cantilevered ***** whose glorious silhouette I can still recall in the silvery moonlight shining through The toilet window, as I peeped at her through the keyhole, Watching her wipe between her gorgeous silken arse-cheeks, With an improvised corner of the unfurled bathroom curtain, Mysteriously muttering "Jei nėra silkių nereikia valgyti!" [note 3] As she reviewed the remains of half-digested Cepelinai [note 4] O woe! All is now finished and dear overweight Valerija is lost to me, Having fallen drunkenly down an open manhole on Pilies one evening, And I am left alone to wetly kiss the cryptic letter she left for me, Staring sadly at the tear-stained smudged ink of her illiterate scrawls. Yea, mate, her last words of warning and patriotic exhultation were: "Jei jūsų kūdikis turi imbiero plaukus, mesti jį į upę!" [note 5] Followed by "Valio už Lietuvos Vermachto karo didvyrių!" [note 6] And I think they were probably the sanest things she ever said.
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Palanga - labai gražus miestas Čia yra ir Basanavičiaus gatvė, ir jūra, ir molas O vakarais Saulė skandina save nuogą O minios tik spokso į gamtos pasirodymą O aš verkiu parkely Akys pilnos dūmo aštraus Tačiau jis sklaidosi ir man reikia cigarečių Man reikia žmogaus, kas priglaus Pirštai begėdžiai bėga ekranu Sustoja ties tavimi Paauglės verksmas užėjo Tad rašau, kad plyštu per vidurį O tu, mėnuli, kažkodėl susirūpinai tada Atėjai šiek tiek balta Patraukėm link jūros tada Kaip garvežys, nors vėžys jau buvo plaučiuose Jis plėtėsi, šildė širdį Leido kaprizams mirti Tačiau žudė mane kartu Suvokiau - patraukti akių negaliu Smėlis, jau seniai atšalęs, virkdė žvaigždes Ašaros dangaus skliautu riedėjo Juokiausi aš, juokeisi tu Ir staiga - saldi tyla atėjo Šalta ranka nepaleido ilgam Vedė link namo vis apsukdama "Vienas vyno butelys" - tarei lengvai eidama Buvo mano nemenka kaina Palanga - labai gražus miestas Norėčiau čia sugrįžti kažkada Čia yra ir Basanavičiaus gatvė, ir jūra, ir molas Ir meilė mano paslėpta
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
Palanga
Gyvenimas gražus ir žemė yra šventa Life is beautiful and the land is sacred
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Lietuva/Amerika
Tik prie butelio, kuris pusiau išgertas guli netoli sofos Tik prieblandos šviesoj, kuri užtemdyta griozdiškos muzikos Tik ten mes visi tampame gražūs, mieli, mylimi Tik ten suvokus santykių temperalumą yra sunkiau nei ryte
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Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 1:31 AM UTC
Klube