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Galina Lebedeva


Sharp knees
Grasshopper straightened,
Leapt with green sprigs
And in the burdock dived.

He wrote the melody,
And he played it!
And I went and, like,
Maestro scared.

He just invented
The tune of his,
Such that not ashamed
Play and Nightingale.

Suddenly taken aback,
He was so frightened,
That song is good
Forever forgotten.

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