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Слушать(AI)Swinging
Praise whoever raised these polesfor some to swing while others watch.
A boy pumps, then arcs his back.
The shapely girl shoves up her hips.
Four pink trousers flapping hard,two pairs of legs stretched side by side.
Spring games.
Who hasn't known them?
Swingposts removed, the holes lie empty.
Ho Xuan Huong
Хо Суан Хыонг (вьетн. Hồ Xuân Hương, тьы-ном 胡春香)[1][2] — вьетнамская поэтесса, именуемая «царицей вьетнамской поэзии»
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