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lauantai 1. maaliskuuta 2014

Call of spring.

Sensors are installed to measure the 
spring under the bust. 
Inside of March crazy cry 
echoes the rubber. 
The spring which ram memories of a man 
the strong variable, defiant. 
How shy can not be angry 
a truck driver, the world's roads. 
They have no place in you never 
in a fallen angels. 
What if the phone would give the clarion call of the spring, 
the Kitee far from the desert would bring me.

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