It's a pity there is no goose feather in my hand, Not like a poet, I scored points ... Our whole life is a card game Under the keen gaze of the highest katala ... It is unclear who shuffled the deck, But all the edges are marked with a needle ... Bottom line - one eats a barbecue, the other in the barbecue Dives with a reckless head ... Of course you can, if you're lucky And change the color and the snout in the picture ... But if, I'm sorry, the luck is not rushing, Then your fellow traveler is a "resident" from the fly ... I try not to be smart in my trump cards ... There are more chances of a quick hang-up. But I also don't like six ... I just want to be myself ...
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