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Hardly

I doubt your strands.

Rather,

I am uncomfortable on the battery

In the stairwell of Khrushchev.

I was twelve,

You - smaller class

. Deuce for distance

Between the capitals of Argentina and Honduras - The reason for the timid friendship

. Embarrassed by the waist, like the first tango.

Location: Italy, USSR, Patang

. Intercepted a note

The whole class on the ears: "Tilly-dough»

Mama! We will soon enough - in the nine-thirty is not there

! Spit!

We have a lifetime

Chained, stuff is made together.

Naive ...

Winter, New Year, "Wizards»,

Boots swollen from moisture.

May. Sputnik, galstugi of calico,

And a flag on the streets, flags!

"Bright Future" glimmers -

He has not stolen ...

There's space to my expectations -

Hope chestnut locks.