With a smile on Victor Levashov's verse
http://www.stihi.ru/2019/12/22/5406
I bought canned mackerel,
I bought two cans-like from a Bush.
Now I write poetry on my nerves:
what emptiness in the belly!
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He bought canned mackerel...
Smoked little to buy?
And, one hundred percent-not on nerves,
To it only potatoes cook!
Soaring potatoes native,
And the fish teases the smoke,
It remains only to pour to the edge
And, don't fight with a fool!!!
He bought canned mackerel...
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