Shouting to the poet:
“Look at you at the lathe.
And what are the poems?
Empty it!
Probably to work - the gut is thin”.
May be,
us
labor
any occupations are dearer.
I'm a factory too.
And if without pipes,
the, can,
to me
it's harder without pipes.
I know -
you do not like idle phrases.
Chop the oak - to work in order.
And we
not woodworkers unless?
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