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all in together, shake the iron
But do not forget about the impact muscle
And your strength will be unnecessary
It is understood Grisha when lying in the ring
Coach ward in bringing feelings
Forehead moistened with water, said sadly:
- & Quot; Everything choose, or boxing, or rocking continue to be released with the dyhalki & quot;
- & Quot; Boris Borisovich you just do not get angry
But I probably will no longer fight & quot;
And Grisha began a new life
In the morning, get up to college
Tightly dined in local dining
Near the store bought yogurt
In the evening went contend glands
And with all the guys talk interesting
Between sets large gaps
This is not a box where you rest on Minutka
On weekends at local raves DC
Security at the entrance joked zavsegda:
- & Quot; Well Th Grisha who cut down today? & Quot;
Grisha has blue eyes askance
Sat quietly like all the attention to the ladies
Vadik close pal stepped up to the urinal
Busy ahead two guys
Wait zapadlo Vadik real boy:
- & Quot; Get away greenhorn, houses will spoil & quot;
But apprentices were militancy
Another would be a little teaser and the broken
Lida passed toilet
Saw batch rose to the top
Grisha had learned in the fight reached
Three hits, two knockout
And I was sweating on sparring 10 rounds
Vaughn well as everything in life quickly and easily
In a big beard Bey short

Grisha puncher smoked gandzhik
Houses in the corner gathering dust gloves
Put up a fight on the blue wave
Especially tough barogozil in water

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Not dopit Schweppes bottle on a rug
Four - a lot
- & Quot; yes I drink liters, not syte boys, driven & quot; Grisha and pressed the gas pedal
Fun on the road lupila pampukh
Then put Gufan about muddied
Traveled to a place about forty minutes
At the entrance Grisha stuck in saltier yuk
Lida pulled a disgruntled face
How do I tired of this mad joke
Do not like something stamp your foot
Won his house Mr. Che Prepare lava
Smoked potopuli Hawa McDuck
Horns a couple of Big Macs themselves drink cola
Tea poured fresh caesar roll
White nights half-empty highway
We had to cut silver Mazda
Drove down the window caught up
You are creating Th mudache oh lucky
Grisha pleased press brake
Stretching out quietly shoulders
The desire to injure one
Who come here bitch asshole
Swing kick but through the cross arm
Grisha sad asphalt broken nose
He remembered his last fight as lying in the ring
Well, the x in the furnace of these parties