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And if California slides into the ocean,
Like the mystics and statistics say it will.
I predict this motel will be standing,
Until I've paid my bill.
-- Warren Zevon, "Desperados Under the Eaves"
The all-softening overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul, -- the dinner bell.
-- Lord Byron
I'll learn to play the Saxophone,
I play just what I feel.
Drink Scotch whisky all night long,
And die behind the wheel.
They got a name for the winners
👔 -- 🎄 -- 👹 -- 🚕 -- 👾 -- 💎 -- 🌋 -- 🌳 -- 👑 -- 💙 -- 💗 -- 🎍 -- 👃 -- ⛳ -- 🍇
16 лет?))