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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