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Пилёж - любимое слово байдарочника.

Я тебя провожал.

Я встречал поезда.

Я б и сам убежал,

только держит узда.

Только в доме моём

всё в тоске и в пыли.

Жаль, что снова вдвоём

нам с тобой не пилить.


Не “пилите” меня -

я и так сам не свой.

Дождик гонит, звеня,

пожелтевшей листвой.

Покрывает ледком

лужи утром мороз.

И под ложечкой - ком.

А в душе - море роз.


Розовеют снега.

Прилетает апрель.

Догорает слега -

закрывается дверь.

И опять поезда

улетают в полёт.

Но всё та же узда

мне взлететь не даёт.


К чёрту! Хватит забот.

Подождут все дела.

И рвану я вперёд,

закусив удила.

И в последний вагон

я вскочу на ходу.

Грудь сжигает огонь -

я тебя там найду.

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