They were shooting models
On the other end of the pool
They were shooting models
One after stunning one
They were shooting models
We gathered to watch and drool
They were shooting models
The guy next to me had a plan
They were shooting models
The plan had eleven steps
They were shooting models
And first ten were to get wife drunk
They were shooting models
All we could see was sex
They were shooting models
But that was too high a plank
They were shooting models
And we were afire and tense
They were shooting models
And everyone was a stud
They were shooting models
It did not make any sense
They were shooting models
Ant the water was red with sun
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Vadim Kagan
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To All The Ones
To all the ones who got away: the dice might fall the way they may, and yes the sea and yes the fish but in the end we got our wish - whatever else all others think about returning from the brink. I’ll be the first one to confess that things that could not matter less were as important, if not more, than all the things we brought to fore, but times have changed along with us and all that’s left is the alas. A queen, a king, a rook, a pawn – we all shall have our Babylon.
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets
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Quite entertaining my friend, 😀😀 😂