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6d
A Greek rode forth across the stream,
But filth replaced the water’s gleam.
What’s the point of journeys grand,
If The Chaos reigns in every land?


In Russian:

Ехал грека через реку.
Не вода, помои врак
В дерьмоёме. Мало проку
Ездить, коль везде Бардак.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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   Lim Peh
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