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Oct 2013
I hear the hot water’s rush, loud
    As sweet as summer on her wing
I beam most bright, I beam most proud
    And jump into the sizzling

Deep pool of bubbling foam, most white
    Gurgling beneath the faucet’s wrath
And bubbles soar, most clear and bright
    There is nothing better than bath
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
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Gleb Zavlanov
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