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(C) Andrew Lastouski

                           You take aim at
                           And eat herring,
                           From rat ear
                           Put into vodka
                           But not going to drink
                           And do not take a sip,
                           And just to get up
                           And forget everything.

                           And tomorrow morning
                           At dawn
                           You can not remember
                           About these stars.
                           Hours noon,
                           The targets in a shooting gallery,
                           And crowded
                           In your apartment.

                           Winter will fly,
                           It is summer,
                           And the dream dream
                           About everything about it,
                           And on the edge
                           The submarine
                           Like the frog
                           On the chin.
                           The moon and the sun,
                           Grass and trees,
                           Beetle on a small window
                           With colored veil.
                           Love disappears
                           In the hours of bad weather,
                           Cars go,
                           And there is no happiness.

                                    1.4.96.