Mar 22, 2014, 6:57 PM

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                                        На Пролетта

                                        по спуснатата бримка

                                        се плъзна Лятото

                                        като във стара кримка.

                                        Със лупата

                                        затърси то следи

                                        от Зимата...

                                        И всичко разтопи!

 

 

                                       Честита Пролет!

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