Summer two thousand twenty-fifth January month of the thirtieth day
Summer two thousand twenty-fifth January month of the thirtieth day
W.A.M.
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The Tale of the Russian Land and its Son by Its Glorious Valeria Menshikova
The Tale of the Russian Land and its Son by Its Glorious Valeria Menshikova
I. Introduction
He was born, as he should, on Earth.
And he himself is always torn into space,
…
But it doesn't just work.
II. Major part
The pen is like a sword,
And the gravizapu invented,
Known for courage, courage,
And Baikonur found him.
He watches the earth from above.
He's like a giant monolith,
Roscosmos hardly ever argues with him.
And always thanking!
Always on the road, always in a struggle,
From sunrise to sunset.
He has given us the incarnation.
His space ideas!
All astronauts know him.
MAXM is his creation,
And his friends recited it.
Good wishes and everything!
III. Conclusion
Light always, light everywhere,
Until the last days of Donovan.
Lights and no nails!
Here is your slogan and the sun!
IV. Annexes
1. Fence.
2. Friendly handshakes.
3. Wishes of friends and partners.
4. Gifts.
MAXM,
Hyperion,
That's it, that's it, that's it...