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If I had such a great uncle,
I would not draw the sun - it does not turn me,
And I would make tanks, grenades, bombs, without looking
those who out there is somewhere behind and around it goes.

Missiles with a huge warhead
Special Forces training. deft hands strikes
Vovka friend would say: & quot; Dude, get behind the rifle & quot;
And Seryoga Timur. Well, karoch, muddied to extras.

Paints at the ready, do not stint on the red,
Blood is so much - this is the coolest color.
A kilo of clay for the production of plastic -
finds an old Palestine on the new version of the genocide.

Look at the agony of the last breath,
Clumsily masked cannibal appetite.
I looked at the drawing - in my opinion, is not bad!
Only I did not catch, Lech, for which it is the teacher I put 2 points?