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Пора, пора, пора. Зовёт в дорогу утро.

Издав прощальный скрип, задумалась кровать.

А под кроватью пыль и томик Кама-Сутры.

И хочется ещё, но некогда зевать.


Давай, давай, давай. Скрипят о снег подошвы.

Стремглав несётся он, порой сбивая с ног.

И незнакомый слог, озябший и продрогший,

в момент к усам примёрз и улететь не смог.


Вперёд, вперёд, вперёд. Сквозь непогоду к свету.

К весне, к теплу, к метро. И даже к очагу.

И снова на бегу я шлю всем вам приветы

и, может быть, тот слог для вас я сберегу.


Всегда, всегда, всегда. И ничего другого.

Примёрзший слог в усах велит не унывать.

Когда придёшь домой в час ночи... в пол – второго,

оттает от усов, лишь ты начнёшь зевать.

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