The tram. Glass tram RAM. Ask about spring.

The tram
Glass tram RAM
Ask about spring.
Abrasion injuries street
Cures cold snow.

Five cents a ticket.
My unknown friend
Painted glass
Rail arc.

Someone else, in his delirium,
Mitten crumpling into a ball,
Burnt hand in the ice
Right-hand flower

Oleg Maltsev

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