This is the hymn about the uniform bread
which always arouses emotions here.
not a baguette, not a croissant, not a brioche or a plate
This is the cheaper one with hard kisses.
all the prices are also climbing in the world
But there is nothing like the mouth for shooting,
the white, the black spread, and the yellow
They are the bread of election hackers.
With all due respect, the symbols of the budget
They changed and with them the news
The electric shock is more painful
Also to the heart of the weak layers.
Leave the bread alone, it hardly changes
It is consumed, but only a tiny bit.
They discounted everything, not like Antoinette
Version: "If there is no bread - eat spin".
were we wrong
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