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to the sweet memory of the poet and artist Jimmy Pitts... |
This summer didn't have a name. It was composed of curly clouds And lack of rain-a common game Without scores, rules and routes. How many pictures of the sky Has one to take and what's the reason? He was just learning how to fly With clouds in the hottest season... No need to build a flame of fame- This summer got a poet's name... August 2010.
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Новые книги авторов СИ, вышедшие из печати:
О.Болдырева "Крадуш. Чужие души"
М.Николаев "Вторжение на Землю"