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Стихи

Затея мысли-графоманки,

Строка уныла и глупа, 

И на авансы самозванке

Судьба надменная скупа:

Цепляя буквы бестолково,

Тащу на свет за словом слово,

И кисло морщатся оне,

Луну завидевши в окне.

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