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          … и не требуй глупые мосты

                                                  Анна Клипа

Зачем Ты создал с нею нас,

не рассказав, что мы живём

в соседних комнатах, не снясь,..

на сцене под одним ружьём.


И доктор Чехов нам не брат,

и пишет пьесы не про нас.

И это хорошо… А бра

отбрасывает тень… Не снясь!


Не снясь, живут сто тысяч пар.

Сто миллионов звёзд глядят

на них, и целый мир, как парк,

их привечает, как котят.


Сто тысяч лет идёт игра.

В кого? Не в кошек и мышей?

К кому-то явится гора,

а кто-то скажет: «Перешей…


пиджак…» – портному и пойдёт

по городу искать ответ,

искать… не ту ли, что так ждёт,

не зная, есть сам или нет.

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2061

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