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Улица - лицо. Лицей.

Улица - одно целое.

Если улица станет моей,

значит, по ней иду к цели я.


Иду или еду. Метро, трамвай,

с утра или вечером 

          троллейбус последний.

Мне шелестит в аллее листва

о нашем наследии.


Улица моя - она не Арбат,

но с Окуджавой влился я

в её цветов весной аромат

и осенью в слизь её.


Слизала зима былую грязь,

на дрязги похожую,

но скользко, и люди 

                   проходят, злясь,

но так ведь положено.


Придёт весна, подсохнет асфальт.

Из сна восторженно

мы сделаем сальто и 

                         к лету вспять

пойдём. Прохожие.

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