Another blogger song.

While here everyone is trying on new social capital, I wrote a song. Again, it’s about a blogger and again on someone else’s motive. The song is sad because it was written before the Great Recalculation. If I had written it afterwards, then the mood would have been a little different, and more precisely, I could not have written anything then.
By the way, I have three or four blogger poems and songs. One, two and something else.
On the winter Ural taiga,
With a blue big backpack,
Uphill our biluger goes,
Squeaking with snow.
Our blogger is coming uphill
Squeaking with snow.
Another blogger song. Only, could, top, snowball, Squeaking, sleeve, eyes, now, sad, rated, chase, eat, Fit, Maybe write, write, Blogger, open, Wolves, bubble

And in his backpack,
Vodka and sausage,
The blogger in the forest goes,
Rubbing the sleeve of the eye.
The blogger in the forest goes,
Rubbing the sleeve of the eye.
He used to be happy
When I wrote about cats,
Only now sad
For the rating began to chase.
Only now sad
For the rating began to chase.
He went to the forest so that
Wolf catch the tail
If it is not eaten,
A good person will write a post.
If it is not eaten,
A good person will write a post.
Post he will send in Zhezhe,
And people will read it,
Maybe in the top,
Blogger will produce.
Maybe in the top,
Blogger will produce.
May we have a good afternoon
Torn backpack found
Just here's a vodka bubble,
Wolves could not open.
Only here is a vodka bubble,
Wolves could not open.

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