Yesterday I
saw,
on roadside
home,
a family of
ugly people,
they were
singing a ballad,
of king sun,
moving in
circles,
shouting and
howling,
attracting
other fouling people,
praising in
unison,
the
performance,
of one who
became sun,
soon it
became unbearable,
smell,
reached nose of an inspector,
he, attacked
the group of hooligans,
and after
dismantling, asked for the sun,
who's the
sun?
who's the
sun?
he shouted
and howled,
but there
was no answer,
then he
raised his revolver,
fired in
air,
two shots of
gun,
in fear, at
last,
one kid came
forward,
said I am
the sun,
I am the
sun....
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