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Mar 2019
The manner loudly sniff its nose,
The manner quietly respond,
Way of asking questions
And four and five.

When I turned eight,
Got rid of those manners,
Then still a teenager
And in the future engineer.

The habit of staring at ads,
The habit of doing ten things,
Late today, early tomorrow,
Once all as I wanted.
Written by
Ilya Krivonosov  39/M/Balashikha
(39/M/Balashikha)   
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