The poems of Yuri Semetskogo "Pharmacy"
But how many do not go about, not the publican,
A, just like before - from the beginning of last century ...
Kabak, a rival, lady, medic ...
And he was again in the night runs to the pharmacy.
Once again, under his eye lit the lantern.
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Again, like before ... street lamp ...
Lantern on a pole does not - under his left eye.
Oh, what a life, not understanding, right
Beat counterparts, as was the old days.
Lighting scoured it - I was searching for destiny.
I - was with his girlfriend at the buffet table.
Us, dogs, quite a few on the planet,
But he shouted that he had seen all the coffin.
And it all happened is not "Gut" ...
Mine it "face" was cleaning the bar.
Then, sad, rattled guitar ...
I fell into a coma for several minutes.
Woke up, I see - a doctor and a nurse
Colden me, Thou shamans.
In my suit all pockets are empty.
As you can see ... paid for the strike.