Twenty-twenty, left leg,
As on thin ice,
We are wary, storozhko
Step into the New year!
In General, the ice holds us,
Not even bent, you bastard,
Even the entourage-as before:
Clouds, snow, and all things.
It wasn't a magical night:
Only here-claps of rockets,
Well, from Tanya congratulations,
Classmates hi.
I expected-maybe in childhood,
I'll get my ticket,
I was in the car, though,
But where – alas, a secret.
So, in the new year's reality
We will have no miracles,
If we don't show them ourselves –
Smile more cheerfully!
01.01.2020
Just for yourself!
© Copyright: Вячеслав Иннокентьевич Русаков, 2020
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