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I will disconnect, from the network, overseas.

And I'll hurt you.

You can't make a mess, you can't fix it anymore.

As I publish poems.

Minecraft

Minecraft, the love of my soul.

Iron horse, maybe Batelfield.

But you're my love, you're slowing down on it too.

Unfortunately, I will turn off the shader, a beautiful one.

I'll reduce the schedule to a minimum.

And I will look at the beautiful pixels.

On an eight-thousand pixel monitor.

And I will be glad, creeper and skeleton.

Using a wooden sword to smash them, getting an exp.

Poetry Hedgehogs

Hedgehogs, took knives in their paws.

And we went to the forest to cut a fox into sausage.

The fox saw that hedgehogs with knives were following her.

She straddled a rooster, and at the moment, she was fluttering in the sky.

Schoolchildren and online games

One computer, gifted

The one who is raised with a computer.

On verbal diarrhea, doomed.

From Colombia, Ivan the Fool and the Frog.