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Write, write, if you are writer,
till you the hand can lift,
if the Creator gave you
this magic happy gift.

In troubled times – unwanted.
But don’t you take it hard,
if the Almighty opened
for you the happy card.

In breathing gloomy sewage
push off from idle praise,
till didn’t call to account
the Merciful for pays.

In rays of treacherous glory,
and in the flow of deeds
pray, that the cunning demon
didn’t overcome you. Heed!

In watching tricks of devil
you don’t forget the Lord,
if our Savior did it –
           put in your mouth the words.

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